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Freddy Says Revenge


A little kink in the stride
never hurt anything, especially not
a franchise built on fantasies
perverse, unorthodox, macabre.

And so in Ď85 the Final Girl
became a Final Boy,
the first queenie scream queen.
Tight-arsed and wet-chested,
he felt Freddy inside him
and felt himself turning,
unable to please his girlfriend,
compelled instead by leather and
his cruel, delicious gym teacher.
Whom Freddy canít help relaxing with.


Sometimes a nightmare starts in the same place
as a dream. Sometimes what your body craves
is what your mind rebels against. But sex,
like love, and hate, comes out of its closet
in either thought or deed, just as Freddy
cannot be fled in dreamscapes of the soul.
Heís just an expressed fear or want, whether
itís of death, to kill, or else be tied to
a set of water pipes and stripped and flogged
bare-butted like a slave, until you scream
in ecstasy. Let Freddy have his fill.

Put on the red-and-white sweater,
allow the knives to crawl up through your hands
and emerge like gardening gloves.
Have your revenge. And then have your release.
Written by Casted_Runes (Turpin)
Author's Note
Based on the famous gay subtext of A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddyís Revenge (1985):'s_Revenge
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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