Can’t tell you how much I loved this show. Never realized that it was letting my inner gay out. Those skintight pants, that pansy mask, the solitary male companion, the phallic white horse called Silver. What a closeted fool I was.
I mean, really, darling. Silver bullets? What, they matched the horse? Of course they did. Who let the unh’s out?
If only I had known. I could have been dead of AIDS by now. If only I had known.