Marissa
Marissa was my post-divorce teenage fling. A 19 year old redhead who had taken an interest in me. I didn't paint this until after our fling, which lasted only a few months. She did have an obsession with having sex in the graveyard, hence the situation here. She also had an obsession with cutting me. I finally let her do it once, with a razor blade across the chest. It didn't hurt at the time since I was drunk, but it left a scar that I still have just the smallest remnant of, 20 years later. That didn't occur in the graveyard, but at home, but this painting combines these things about her. Her name was Marissa but everyone knew her then as Missy. "Missy" just doesn't sound vampiric enough to qualify for this, though.