Try as I might, when American Horror Story debuted, I just could not get into it. I saw the premier and maybe one or two additional episodes before abandoning it. Shows with as much graphic violence as this show possesses aren't my thing, and the storyline wasn't really engaging—or coherent—enough at the time for me to justify sitting through the blood splatter.
Several weeks later, out of curiosity and because I am a fan of Zachary Quinto, I returned to AHS and unexpectedly found myself completely caught up in the story. It's dark, twisted, and things are finally beginning to make some sense. (Although it seems that just when I think I've got it all figured out, the writers come out of left field and whup me up the side of the head as if so say, "Nope. Try again. That's not it at all.")
I now consider it an excellent reboot of a genre that had all but become a caricature of itself. Bravo, FX!
I'm glad you finally caught on, you won't be disappointed. Wait until you see Dylan in a fight scene and his towel never comes off, I was so hoping but not hoping that he would get it in the ass! And maybe he did or didn't. You'll have to watch to find out.