In a blatant attempt to cash in on the revival of rock, and the subsequent popularity of bands with "The" names (and pre-empting the presence of the Rolling Stones in Toronto), the poems in this chapbook are tributes to the rockstar venuses and vixens of music, film and fairy tales. A pixie makes herself at home in Toronto's post-Pride nightscape, where she spends hot nights watching The Blue Angel and The Red Shoes and falling through dreams of vampires and piano players, waking naked as Lady Godiva. Poems for everyone who likes the feel of fishnets (on their legs or someone else's). Each chapbook is individually glitter-glued and comes with a free safety pin in the hopes of a punk revival.