The moment I first heard about this book, I was excited to read it and it was absolutely worth the wait. Between the Supernatural references, the unsettling and unexpected horrific turn of events, and the exploration of queer media, I had a hard time setting it down, especially since horror is an extraordinarily campy, queer genre as it is. 
What do we do when the execs, bosses, authorities decide that it’s a bigger profit to let us die, both on and off screen? We are expected to be satisfied with whatever we can get, whether it’s subtext that’s intentionally ambiguous or a palatable “good” homonortmative character. The moment we try to show nuance and complexity along the full spectrum of our experiences, we are told (or forced) to tone it down, become one-dimensional caricatures, and be grateful we’re getting the opportunity at all. 
But Chuck Tingle shows us that we can still tell our stories, on our own terms, no matter what the horrors of capitalism have in store.