I wrote about playing werewolves during the Golden Age of SF, which was rather odd, but (I think) ultimately worked.

I have some difficulty with Heinlein or Pohl, but I can totally see Leiber and Sturgeon hanging out with werewolves. I would be actively surprised if Bradbury didn't.

I'm reminded strongly of the equally infuriating history of queer characters in film.

I try to write whenever I find antidotes. We're still living with the damage of the PCA.