I grew up in the 80s, and when I was a kid I recorded two movies from HBO onto one VHS tape: Weird Science (1985) and Lifeforce (1985). Ever since, these 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 foudation 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 soul, no real volition. She could be told to do anything.
And I saw this theme everywhere: thin, underdressed girls lounging around, ready to fuck or be fucked. Their eyes zoned out like zomibes, their bodies looking too much like corpses, their desire omnipresent, and able to sway toward either male or female. And by next thought was Lesbian Zombies.