Is it just me? Or is Tumblr basically the online equivalent of going out dancing at the goth club? Sure, at first, everybody seems all edgy and intimidating from afar, shuffling to and fro in the dark lights, like a bunch of sensual, unobtainable, art-school vampires. But then the next thing you know, its 1 am & you’re like, chit-chatting over some rails in the ladies room, scoring free body-glitter samples from goregous, glamazon mystics, getting invited to guerilla First-Friday exhibits by sexy, incised anarchists, and found a new MDMA connect with that sad-eyed poet you’d been eyeballing all night! And you just have that beautiful, momentary realization like, “Awww! My mutuals aren’t so scary after all!”















