I adore Sophie LaBelle’s comic Assigned Male, and when she announced she was making a Halloween zine (Hallowzine?), I preordered the crap out of it.
I have seen so much of Michael Douglas’s ass in the last month. Why is this happening.
Fatal Attraction (1987) is not as laughably bad as Basic Instinct, but it’s still bad: stereotypes about “crazy” ex-girlfriends, women having no chill in affairs or casual sex, and “women amirite.” However, my favorite part of the movie is Ellen, the small and adorable gender-nonconforming child. Faculty of Horror made fun of this child for being “gender confused,” but Ellen, along with Quincey the Dog and Whitey (yeeesh) the Rabbit, are obviously the best part of this movie, and don’t deserve the garbage their dad and Alex heap upon them.
Or, a Halloween veteran (me) watches Halloween again with someone who has never seen Halloween (my partner).
In case you needed ideas for queer costumes for Halloween or a loving queer laugh about costumes that queer folks gravitate toward, Kayla and Anna have just the list/comic for you.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show: Let’s Do the Time Warp Again (2016) was an experience which left me feeling both disappointed and somehow queerer. Let me explain.
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Content note: contains images of a racist and sexualized costumes.
Spirit Halloween always gets a mention on my Feminist Halloween series in the costume fail category because of their racist, sexist costumes. This year, when Spirit Halloween asked Zooey Roy, an Indigenous woman in Saskatoon, to leave after complaining about the Indigeneous-inspired (read: racist and appropriative) costumes the store stocks. Chris Kortright and the Saskatchewan Coalition Against Racism decided to take action by taping warning labels on the costumes:
I decided to watch The House on Sorority Row (1983) because I confused it with some other better-reviewed slasher movie of the era with a forgettable name (Black Christmas, 1974) that also took place in a sorority house. Welp. Like The Moth Diaries, it alternated between brilliant, dull, and problematic.