There's not much in life that brings me as much pleasure as does the discovery and elucidation of queerness in a horror film. That is the stuff I live for. And so this, Arbogast's take on the gay ol' times in the 1955 giant-bug movie Tarantula, filled me with more glee than I've had reading anything in awhile. Go and read it now! I command you!
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