She was the first goth I met who legitimately taught college.  She dyed her hair black and adorned her fingers with skull or coffin rings.  Her thesis explored the relationship between poetry and rock and roll, but somehow such an exploration seemed to entail writing only about tits and ass and cocaine.  All but one of us were horrified when she read her work aloud to us.  The one who wasn’t horrified then wrote a short story about how masturbation ruined her relationship with her best friend.  The rest of us sat in silence, trying to mask our total horror.