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The “Thing”

Hey! My name is Mackenzie, and i’m a queer chicanx non-binary transfem artist, and i’m currently a concept artist, but also dabbling in comics as of the moment. My art is usually found under my art alias Tsi-bi on artstation, deviantart and on social media such as tumblr, and finally Tsi_birds on twitter.

For me, when i was looking at an idea for queer horror, my good friend Mallorie who’s a movie buff reminded me of when we watched John Carpenters “The Thing”, and noted that its a good analogical example of how cisgendered people see trans people–how trans people are seen as this  “other”, but also as something predatory, as if someone or rather, some”THING” that is trying to pass and fool, hide, to conceal what it truly is–like a predatory camouflage seeking to wait and hunt those foolish enough to not see through.

This idea delves deep into the fears of how cis people perceive trans people. It reminded me of when my mother who was raised catholic called me a freak, a monster, for being both gay and transgender. I recall her stating that i would never pass, that trans people cant pass, and that i’m an abomination.

When i thought about what queer horror was to me, and the daily nightmares of being trans, the actual fear of being queer and the fear of not being able to transition due to financial constraints and lack of health coverage and autonomy. Not only that, but the fear of violence that many trans woman face, especially trans women of color. It feels almost like horror brought to life. How not passing well enough can result in trans people being attacked, sexually assaulted, harassed, or even killed.

Though, i remember always finding solace in the queer punk scene. Then it brought something to my attention, the already preexisting societal negative perception of punks, but especially queer punks. If there’s something i’ve always loved about the queer punk scene, is how they don’t care what others think about them–unapologetically queer and punk.

Now going back to John Carpenters “The Thing”, and rewatching it again, i really ID’d with “The Thing”, the creature. Trying its best to “pass” in order to survive, but it would always end up being found out that it wasn’t human, and the people in the film would try to kill it,while at the end of the film, it truly shows itself, and in a way, it feels right, like it makes sense, it was done hiding, like saying, “Hey, this is what i am, i’m trans, gay, and punk, and i don’t give a fuck!” There something about the aspect of radical queer trans punks that frightens and pisses off a lot of cis people, yet also advocating self-love, and not giving a fuck about outside perceptions and not caring about trying to pass as super feminine and honestly, that’s awesome.

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Fairies

Hi there! My name is Haley/Ivan Kasof and I’m a queer illustrator/storyboarder! My art can be found at “Hkasof” on twitter, tumblr and instagram!

I’ve always had an interest in horror, particularly horror involving body horror, body melt and the uncanny valley- though a lot of my current fascination has been taken up by fairies. I always found fairies one of the most fascinating horror monsters, if also because they’re so lightly taken about despite the number of horrifying things they do. I liked the ideas of fairies presenting themselves as imitations of other things. Fairies always seemed fascinated with humans and “normal” life, so I liked the idea of fairies trying to imitate real life beings with incredibly uncanny valley results.

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I Have No Plans To Eat Anyone : On Being A Schizophrenic Monster

There’s always some kind of argument about what it means to be human. Empathy, for starters, makes you one. You’re empathetic and sympathetic to the plight of your fellow humans. That’s a human thing to do.

But this article won’t be about empathy.
Instead, it’s a speculation on humanity, a root cause, societal reactions, and as always, the love of the inhuman.

On a wide scale, mental illness isn’t treated well in media. Some get more positive light than others, but at the end of the day there’s one disorder that people talk about in hushed whispers, the one that supposedly breeds more killers and the one that’s arguably the most inhuman: Schizophrenia.

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3000 Miles of Blood

3000milesofbloodBeing a woman who lived during the eighteen hundreds, you’d think I could tell you a whole lot about life when dysentery was a thing people still worried about. When women were still very much beneath men and same gender attraction was basically hush-hush, behind-closed-doors, rarely ever heard of.

I could tell you how much I hated the clothing, the neck-wringing bonnets, or how I slept through the Civil War, World War 1 and even most of World War 2. I know, pretty fucked right?

What I really wish I could recall are the faces of my birth parents. My father, my mother, and whether I had any siblings. Not that it matters now, anyway. They’re all long dead. But there is one person I do remember quite well.

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DISSOCIATE

The scene began with a shuffling noise, not unlike a theater curtain. Short, quick, and mechanical, the reinforced door to the patient’s room slid open. Through the sting, as the fluorescent lights turn on and scrape away the darkness, see the prim black heels and the worn red sneakers, then pan upward: the two familiar figures — woman in a long white coat, man in a patch-adorned bomber jacket — rushing in with tired eyes. Hurrying to observe something on a hospital bed, out of sight. The man checks the silent monitors beside it, puzzled, as the woman sets her hands on the curious thing. They tower over the bed, dominating the room despite the concern and confusion plain on their faces.

“What..?” the woman began, trailing off as she poked and prodded.

“What the hell happened here? Cinq, how did you not notice any of this?”

“Castella,” the man replied, “I told you: I’d been paying attention this whole time. The readings just went… silent, all of a sudden! I called you as soon as it happened!”

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Self Portrait

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Hey my name is Kaira/Scotty/Bailey (I go by any of these!) and I’m a very big fan of horror and gore! I’ve liked “creepy” things ever since I was little and have always been drawn to it  and as I got older and developed my art and story telling skills my love for horror followed. I do a lot of different forms of horror drawings, from candy gore to dark body horror, but I am always drawn to gore with very vibrant colors like you see in this piece. It’s both aestheticly pleasing and a sort of coping mechanism for me so I do it more of a get away than as a profession but that’s not going to stop me from improving my skills and putting out more for others to enjoy! I hope this is a good intro for my first post and I hope that you all like what I put out just as much as I admire all of your works!

My gore/nsfw artwork can be found at http://kai-gore.tumblr.com while my other art can be found at http://kai-rax.tumblr.com/. I also have an art Instagram which you can follow @kairaxart!

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CHERUBIM

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Hello!

I’m Jay H, a.k.a Bonesnail.  You can find my work at bonesnail.com, or at Bonesnail on Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, and Instagram.

I’ve always been a fan of mythology ever since I was a little kid. Even though I wasn’t raised in a particularly religious household, growing up in Kansas always had an overwhelming presence of Christianity in the culture.  As a young adult I’d read about Apocrypha (Biblical writings Protestantism considers non-canonical) and older, discarded elements such as the Angelic Hierarchy.  I like to joke that it’s a real shame they left those out of Sunday school teachings, because I would have enjoyed church so much more if they told me stories about 4-headed Cherubim and Ophanim, the eye-covered Wheels of God’s Throne.

I feel like there’s a lot of queer folks like myself in the Midwest who grew up around religion and adopted elements of that into their work, either as inspiration or as reclamation and defiance to Christian-based bigotry. It’s certainly been a way for me to not only enrich my art, but also shed myself of long-existing angst about my nonbinary trans identity.  It’s still in its infancy, but I feel like the Queer Occultism aesthetic is something that will continue to grow and inspire others.

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It’s Creaking Up Above

The wind howled it’s way around the cracks and corners of the tiny house. Inside, the youngest of the family, a boy of five, was the only one awake, the blanket to his chin. He heard that wind in his nightmares sometimes, as it came whipping in off the long plains that stretched around the farm forever. It scared him less when the thunder slammed into the windows with it, or it brought the snow to take the world away. Those times it was right, and natural, and only doing what wind must do, because it is wind.

On nights like this, however, it screamed for no reason but to scare him. His father hated it because it hurt the trees, and his mother hated it because it made her sneeze, but he feared it as it encroached, enraged at him for some reason he could never understand.

He could swear he felt the house crouch lower huddling and hiding against the onslaught. The boy could commiserate, and scrambled further down into his quilts, large eyes staring. It almost seemed like he could hear things rustling in the attic above. Perhaps the wind had found it’s way in, or scared in a creature much like himself, small and quaking. Or maybe, as his mother so often said, her lips pursed, her voice snapping like the knots that burst in the fire, his imagination was simply too active. He tried to make it behave, but it never seemed to listen.

Listen. The creaking of the wood, right above his bed. A hole in the roughly hewn planks tried to catch his eye, and he pulled the blankets higher with a gasping little noise.

There’s was probably nothing up there, just like the apple tree wasn’t a skeleton, and the fox holes weren’t secret tunnels to buried treasure.
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A Note on Death

When I died, there was no white light at the end of a tunnel, no gathering of the spirits of late friends and family members—it wasn’t even nothingness. Since my death and crossing into the after-realm, I’ve heard from others that it’s different for everyone, but at first we all experienced the same thing.

From what I could gather, there was one general consensus. Death is both painful and painless. Some spirits hypothesize that it’s the disconnection of the soul from the body, like snapping a rubber band so hard that it breaks. There was an immediate flash of crippling pain, and then a complete lack of feeling or body. Following that was some form of nausea, possibly the last physical feeling a soul experiences before arriving in the afterlife. I think it’s some form of spiritual whiplash; the shock from the pain of dying versus the immediate numbness almost creates its own feeling.

Scientists say that a brain can function up to a few minutes after the heart stops. I think that’s where the pain comes from, like some kind of echo. There’s also a hypothesis that says the brain releases every bit of DMT it has stored up in the brain, all at once. That would explain the following experience.

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All in Fear: Queer Horror for the Holidays

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All in Fear is a queer horror anthology that features a wide variety of different topics. From vampires, to experiments, to frat houses, All in Fear has something for everyone. Each one of these six stories has a unique and alluring feel to it, drawing the reader into the world of the author. All in Fear: A Collection of Six Horror Tales is available now at OpenInkPress.com.

GenderTerror was lucky to get a small interview with each of the authors, asking them what their inspirations were as well as why queer horror was something that was important to them. Each author’s personal feelings are felt in each story in this small anthology, making it that much more personal and interesting for readers.

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