Peckerwood Manor

It's almost Halloween, the season of slasher movie pajama parties, or if we're to believe Gen Z gays, they're strictly gay slasher movie pajama parties. Why? Because "slasher movies are gay AF!" Which, I have to say, I find both adorable - oh, you cute li'l gays - and mildly annoying, if only because slashers have historically been openly misogynist and vaguely Republican with respect to sex, or rather, punishing anyone who was sexual, or had sex, particularly women, with deaths both gruesome and titillating. The prime example of this is arguably the first slasher, Alfred Hitchcock's "Psycho," the slashing death of Janet Leigh in the shower a  tour de force of masterful savagery and peek-a-boo nudity, and, yes, there's a cross-dressing villain played by Anthony Perkins, a closeted gay actor.  Low-budget mavens took Hitch's template and ran with it, creating a series of crude, slapped-together slashers which scant craftsmanship, much less...

"Why don't you just try acting?" quipped Laurence Oliver, when Dustin Hoffman stayed up all night to play a sleep-deprived character in "Marathon Man." And here we are again, but with a modern twist! In "The Crowded Room," Tom Holland's fairly dullsville Apple TV series, The Gheys and The Homophobes are all up in arms, since Tom's character gets a hot daddy dicking from a hot daddy, or so it seems.  Honestly, like Tom doesn't have enough problems . Everyone needs to calm the fuque down. It's not like he pulled a Dustin Hoffman and got booty-banged for real, but this hasn't stopped the 'phobes from rabidly chiming in on Twatter with #notmyspiderman. For their part, a strain of Righteous Gheys™ are angry that one of their own isn't playing the role (because only gays know how to get their ass jacked, dont'cha know). I'm on the fence about this issue. In a perfect world, it would nice if there were out gay stars who cou...