Welcome to Vol. 3 of The Last Closet on the Left: another dissection of horror cinema’s queer heart.

We love horror’s creatures, its camp excess, the way it peels back the skin of normality to show what’s really underneath. From the silenced, celluloid ghosts of old Hollywood to the Buffalo Belles of the genre — however warped, however distorted — we never stopped finding ourselves in the frame. 

Inside, you’ll find queer stories and perspectives on the genre that claim those reflections back, exploring the body, desire, identity, and the strange comfort of the monstrous.

Because even when they made monsters of us, we made those monsters ours.