Richard L. Kramar is an elusive director, dramaturg, poet, and performer constantly attempting to escape the singularity of authorship in the irreverent heart of Mitteleuropa. He has a soft spot for the girls the goths and the gays and struggles endlessly with a sense of naiveté that is both unequivocally present and utterly lost. He is enamoured with language and is freshly in the business of not insisting to be protected from what he wants. His goals in life are being frivolous, promiscuous, and irrelevant with a whole lot of love. Pisces, puppeteer, death enthusiast. Switch, witch, bitch.