THIS IS ONE OF THE WILDEST EPISODES OF TELEVISION I’VE EVER SEEN (COMPLIMENTARY).

I love a fucking weirdo narrator — a strange girl who’s always on the outside of things, always looking too closely at everything around her, drawing conclusions nobody wants to hear, perpetually unsure of how to be a human.

There’s something about a woman who has 7 layers of petticoats you have to get through, ya know? Also: The Station 19 showrunners were shocked it got cancelled, and stop being weird on main with your Renee Rapp signs.

Performing seances is peak bisexual activity, whether you believe in the ghosts or you’re profiting from being a hot person who other people believe can talk to ghosts.

This anthology of stories exploring chaotic queer characters breaking the law includes work from Priya Guns, Sam Cohen, our very own Kayla Kumari Upadhyaya, and more!

Love Lies Bleeding, for all its many attributes, fails to tell us the birth charts of either main character. But maybe we can figure it out!

Threequels never play it safe. I used to, until I didn’t.

Also, updates on “Hazbin Hotel” and “Death and Other Details.”

On more than one occasion, my mom has traveled on the back of some butch’s motorcycle through New York State.

In this fresh take on the mystery novel, what needs to be solved is not a murder — it’s not even a missing sister or the truth of a psychic — it’s how to move past cultural and familial trauma.

I am a sucker for a mid-atlantic accent and a beauty in black and white.

“Someday I’m gonna be a sexy spinster with a house full of ethically sourced dead ravens AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME!”

Also, catching up on Rap Sh!t and the season finale of Black Cake.

How hard is brain surgery, really, when they let Patrick Dempsey perform it for years?

Be still my 90s kid heart, the Spice Girls reunited for Victoria Beckham’s 50th birthday. Also: a queer reading of “The Tortured Poet’s Department,” a Little Miss Perfect musical, Chappell Roan on breaking “gay famous” barriers, and more!

This week on The Last of Us, Ellie and Dina encounter more danger than they can handle alone.

Abuse doesn’t always look like screaming and hitting. Evil doesn’t always look like horns and pitchforks. And Death doesn’t always look like long robes and sickles.

It’s beautifully constructed from start to finish, and while the stories will get under your skin, it’s a welcome invasion.

What I’m saying, I think, is that there are threats worse than death, and Saw reminds me of them.

Shauna Shipman has officially gone off the rails (and I love it).