There is a monster budding  beneath the surface, asking to be reckoned with, asking to be treated nice. This monster asks for its own platform to trouble, torment, engage, disturb, intrigue, possess, own, manipulate it's viewers. I don't know if the world is ready to view her, and more importantly, I don't know if I'm ready to unleash her. So I hide her behind layers and layers and layers of make up. I keep her down with 1000 tons of chain. The hold is wearing out, I can hear the snap, I can feel the growl. Fifty shades of the good, the bad and the terrible!