There were some really good essays which knocked it out of the park, and some really bad ones. Ultimately, a bunch of queers writing about horror is such a unique and interesting lense that I'm not too fussed about the few misses.

I will say, however, the one essay where someone feels sorry for themselves after calling the cops on their mentally ill friend rubbed me the wrong way. But I'm an abolitionist and a Blackfulla, so my trust and care for coppas is much lower than some uppity white queer from Portland, I guess.