I grew up in the 80s, and when I was a kid I recorded two movies from HBO onto one videotape: Weird Science and Lifeforce. Ever since, those two films have been connected in my head. Nerd fantasy gone wrong and naked hot chick killing everyone she meets. Combine these with a healthy dose of paranoia of the “other” from Invasion of the Body Snatchers (the only two versions that count), and you start laying the foundation for Lesbian Zombies from Outer Space.
And then there’s Fashion and Pornography. I noticed a billboard one day for perfume or makeup, or some bullshit. And the girl was young and naked and alone. Her eyes sinking in the dark makeup around them said she had no real soul, no real volition. She could be told to do anything, be anything. And I saw this theme everywhere: thin, underdressed girls lounging around, ready to fuck or be fucked. Their eyes zoned out like zombies, their bodies looking too much like corpses, their desire omnipresent, and able to sway toward either male or female. And my next thought was Lesbian Zombies.