The Boulet Brothers' Dragula: Resurrection

The Boulet Brothers' Dragula: Resurrection

Horror and Queerness intertwine, culminating in a tumultuous ball of frenetic, dark beauty. Unapologetic musings of Trash are all-consuming; there's no veneer to be found here, no grating Scooby-Doo Mask to hide what the message is -- it's here, and it's queer.

Drag is elusive, and whether it be in the form of a hyperstylized Reality TV Beauty Pageant or a crowd-surrounded runway seared with suffocating fluorescents, it will always be beautiful in its own right.

Queerness and Horror have always had a close relationship, both being in the category of the roaringly loud, distinctly '80s slamming of a door adorned by rot and mildew that is alternativeness. The alt scene has many faces, but what always seems to reside at the center is just general Trashiness, not giving a fuck, smashing a coffee cup on the ground because your edgelord friend that you idolized so much at one point in your life dared you to. It's a particular carelessness accompanied by an inescapable charm, it's childish yet almost aspirational in an inexplicably bizarre sort of way. Trashiness is an anomaly that we should all be grateful for, as from Trashiness springs revolution, rebellion, and All Things Great.

God, I love being Queer.

Horror Project #6

note - something pretty bothersome about a piece of art that's pretty BLM-centric to be helmed by two white people,,, pretty big misnomer