Love Letter to My Boo, the Horror Genre
Horror, I love you. I’m down for you, for life. I can’t breathe without you. Your weird darkness has comforted me through childhood, whispering decadent terror to my drowning soul. You encouraged me to die in your faith that there were worse things than eternal blackness, that I’d live blissfully forever with the monstrosities borne from your roots.
I live and die in you. Nevertheless, I need more from you. I need you to do better.
You could love me more deeply by embracing horror shown through a feminine lens as true horror, and not simply as women’s fiction gone wrong. I would exist in delicious ecstasy if you welcomed race-centered terror as a natural part of your canon, acknowledging that it is horrific and sits squarely in the definition of horror.
Let’s ride together to fight those who wish to divide you into warring factions that proclaim some of your spawn as “smart”, immediately deeming the others “not smart”. There is room within our forever squad for all your babies. I will help you nurture and protect them all.
I long for you to genuinely seek and welcome diversity, to actively invest in writers from varying states of existence. Allowing the majority of stories to be stolen from original voices and told in the same voice over and over again induces more fright than anything in your repertoire does. It’s not the delicious kind of fear I crave from your influence. Let’s agree to simply swallow gatekeeping and sensitivity readers into your endless void, for them to never again see the light of day.
I’m your chick, your ride or die. I live in you and I will die in you. I will help you be better. Because I love you more than you love me right now.
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R.J. Josephisa Texas based writer and professor who must exorcise the demons of her imagination so they don’t haunt her being. A life-long horror fan and writer of many things, she has recently discovered the joys of writing in the academic arena about two important aspects of her life: horror and black femininity.
When R. J. isn’t writing, teaching, or reading voraciously, she can usually be found wrangling one or five of various sprouts and sproutlings from her blended family of 11…which also includes one husband and two furry babies.
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