rocky horror has been a universal umbrella under which generations of punk rock theater freaks have bonded in weird solidarity.
it’s the closest we get to a religious experience, a shared myth, the epic story we know by hear…it’s church.
more importantly: a haven where all is possible….where you don’t dream it, you be it.
the church gets passed down, finds its own soundtrack, but the general rules and regulations stay the same: a space where the outsider is the insider, where the unusual is celebrated instead of judged and mocked, where we crush fear and worship at the altar of Get Your Freak On. all the shit of life, the pain, the sorrow, the loves lost, the health issues, the relationship problems, the jobs lost, the friends and families dying before our very eyes, we don’t come to this holy place to FORGET about it.
on the contrary, we come to celebrate, to yell at the top of our lungs about it, scream-share it, throw the burden on the ground and dance around it….finding solace there among our brethren.
all the pain and all the joy all together in one beautiful mishmash puddle of This Is Life and We’re All In It Fucking Together.
—Amanda Palmer
recounting her recent meet-up with the now-almost-seventy Richard O’Brien, and their subsequent impromptu Time Warp duet at one of her shows. (via alatusnurgator)
(via rockywho)
