The Sexy Allure of The Wolfman

I recently saw the excellent Wolf Man (2025), and it got me thinking. Horror movies are often steeped in sexuality, and to be sure, you can find any number of examples in porn or on Instagram that sexualize some of our favorite horror villains. Pumped up Jasons, or a kinkified Michael Myers, maybe fan-made erotica featuring Freddy and a teen victim. I shared an IG account last week that uses AI to create the artist's romantic and sexual fantasies he has concerning Jason and Camp Crystal Lake. But you don't have to create new material to get a rise, given how much horror films can fuel sexual desire if you just look at them a different way. And few horror villains or monsters get to the basest of our natures more than the character of The Wolfman.

Here we have a monster that is born from that which makes a beast of man. It is at the core of who we are, animals on the hunt, roaming the woods or seedy areas of a big city, always on the prowl. There is something deep within, hungry to escape, to free itself of mainstream human sociability, and run wild, devouring what it craves. I don't know about you, but that sounds pretty gay to me!

We've always had a special relationship with dogs, so it follows that humans who walked before us had a special relationship with wolves. It's a primal thing we're attracted to. And in Wolfman movies, that primal nature gets to break through, and that always starts with the clothes!

In the movies, they transform, the clothes are shredded off of them as their muscles bulge and expand, and the hair. Oh, the hair! It comes out where, before, there was just smooth skin.

For example, check out part of David Naughton's transformation in the still fantastic An American Werewolf in London (1981)

They stand taller, bigger, hairier, just a massive slab of hard body aggression and seething sexuality and hunger, chest pumped, a snarl and slobber flowing from their gaping mouth. They are pure id, pure need, pure want. As far as I can remember, only the Broadway production of Into the Woods had the balls to convey the base sexual nature of the Wolf right down to his anatomically correct costume.

Yes, the audience is laughing at the size of his wolfsbane! And this points to the whole point of that fairytale, the sexual nature of the Wolf eager to devour virginity. Subsequently, the Wolfman movies, which can't really display sexuality because that would constitute lust for animal relations, substitute it with violence. But damn if the sexuality still isn't all there.

The Wolfman can represent our truest nature, and that's what can make it so terrifying. Because it's a nature we fight against, one we don't want to admit to. Again, you can say it's a metaphor for homosexuality. Because we ultimately succumb to it and learn to exist as our true selves.

Yes, I'd totally let this creature ravage me!

When it comes to werewolves in the movies, I'll admit, you have to work your own fantasy into the material you're given. There's not a lot of overt sexuality on display, the Twilight series notwithstanding, and none of it is explicitly gay that I can think of, also Twilight notwithstanding! So we bring to it our own wants and needs and experiences. When a hottie like David Naughton in American Werewolf... transforms, well, I'll just take that imagery home and put it in my spank bank. Same with any number of cute celebs becoming hawt manly fuck-gods after a good Wolfman transformation! because for sheer primal, masculine, furry forces of nature, ya just can't beat the howling product of a full moon.

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