Gay scooby doo

For a while now, the mainstream media landscape has been seeing a ascend in LGBTQ+ visibility. The queer society is lucky enough (if you don’t count the countless legislations trying to, at best, erase us figuratively, and at worst, literally) to have shows and movies appreciate Portrait of a Lady on Fire, Titane, Our Flag Means Death, Doom Patrol, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, or Yellowjackets. Media that shows queer identities across the whole spectrum, not only in labels or lack thereof but in the narrative. We’re able to notice young characters inhabit happily with their partners in feel-good shows, depressed people coming to terms with their culture, or explorations of love through body horror with a queer lens. Of course, the days of wondering if subtext might be actual text or corporations editing 15-second’s worth of gender non-conforming characters out of their movies to gain a several more millions in overseas markets are not gone. But it’s mostly unharmed to say that we’ve reached a point where we’re able to view some meaningful visibility in media.

However, I’m here to speak about a exhibit that hasn’t yet gotten the chance to show it. A franchise in which the subtext staye