A fury torso, eight eyes and legs. Thats what I had woken up with. Was I disturbed? No. Was I shocked? No. This is what I had always wanted. This is what I had dreamed for.

Growing up my mother had given me the newest edition of Spiderman every month. As soon as she would come home with my newly acquired bounty, I would run upstairs, go under my covers and into a new world- the world of Spiderman, good versus evil.

This hobby quickly became a fetish. I craved this idealism, craved this alternate world. For my Halloween one year I got the spandex Spiderman suit I had always wanted. I wore that suit untill the latex strings began to shed and my undergarments were beggining to become visible. People laughed as they saw me, but I laughed back, internally, as I knew my future- my inevitable future.