memories of my misspent youth.
Main Street. Newark, Delaware, old creek road, boonesfarm strawberry wine. the good ole days. I wasn't old enough to drink. Boy did we have fun back then. <---that's how we did the RHPS
I was a semi-regular at the midnight screenings of Rocky Horror at the State theater in Newark, Delaware, in the early ’80s, and despite the presence of many a heterosexual, it was a very queer scene. Newark is a college town, and at that time it was liberal enough to have a gay student union but conservative enough that identifiable members of that group were liable to be harassed on the street. The folks standing in line outside the State in fishnets and Frank N. Furter makeup every Saturday night undoubtedly widened the sphere of possibilities for gender expression on Main Street. And those midnight performances were as close to a (mostly booze-free) gay bar that Newark had at the time: It was a family. A loose, cliquish one divided into participants and gawkers, to be sure, but a community nonetheless.
http://www.slate.com/blogs/outward/2014/10/31/is_the_rocky_horror_picture_show_good_for_the_gays.htmlThe article isn't about me, of course. But I didn't spend quite a few weekends down on Main Street.
I'm not a bit sitcom person, but Will & Grace was probably my favorite. I watch(ed) very few. I will watch the re-runs whenever I can.
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