Jesus cast the demons into pigs. I offered to take them instead. They’re teaching assistants now. Unionized.

A reminder: queer history is not linear.
It loops. It screams. It gets banned from the curriculum.
Then it shows up anyway in footnotes, subtext, fashion, and longing.
Pride is both presence and haunting.

People ask me if I believe in demons. I say: I’ve chaired three committees this year. Draw your own conclusions.

Had to tell a student today: “Yes, you may write your final paper in blood. Just cite your sources.”

As someone who earned my B.A., Master of Divinity, and Ph.D. in Theology from Harvard, let me begin here: this move to ban international students from Harvard is a calculated act of intellectual exclusion, and it dishonors the very ideals Harvard champions.

Released #onthisday in 1958 is the film I met one of the best friends I've had in my life: House on Haunted Hill.

Wasn't the first time I'd worked with Castle. Was the first time I worked with Vincent.

He used to have me over while he cooked and we'd talk for hours. Miss you, buddy.

What’s Dr. Jarm #nowwatching?

Repo! The Genetic Opera: A cult rock opera that comments on the ability of capitalism to supersede humanity as bodies become a method of economic gain.

Also, Giles from Buffy uses a dead guy like a puppet. Sick.

🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽/10

UChicqgo updated my faculty page with my new headshot. Finally. The old one was from the 90s when I wrote my best seller: “Playing Possum: Marsupial Vilification in Horror”

Today marks 44 years since the release of of My Bloody Valentine, so it's story time.

Picture it: 1980. A year since Tom Atkins stole my wife AND my dog on the set of The Fog (Cheryl hadn't even wanted the dog, but I digress.) I needed to get away, and I had just stopped teaching at Columbia.

This is also what stuffy academics do when those of us that get it teach Kendrick in our poetry classes because his lyrics are just as much poetry as anything we’ve been teaching.

New headshot. Same panty dropper.

I can’t post pictures of him because “that’s an invasion of privacy” but I was gone so long because AMC’s new manager tried to get rid of me. But look who got fired. The Jarm is back.

My ride is here

Surprise, bitch. I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me.

This isn’t a mojo dojo casa house. It’s a mojo dojo casa home.

To christen the bitch: my first review from Twitter.

A classic slasher movie. The tension is beautifully built, and Jamie Lee Curtis earns her scream queen title. Carpenter, however, squanders the opportunity to devillainize possumkind.

🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽🌽/10

New platform, same Jarm. C’mon, you punks. We’re doing a private showing of Human Centipede after the AMC closes. I stole the keys off Brad.