The Rocky Horror Picture Show is...
absolutly incredible. Going strong since 1975, and there seems to be no stopping it. Besides being a nasty, dirty, perverted li'l rock musical, it's so much more. Oh, much more.
Enter the Castle of Frank-N-Futer, a sweet transvestite from the planet Transsexual of the galaxy Transylvania, and oh does he love it.
In Rocky Horror, it's just who are you, whether you realise it or not. You're sexually free, emotionally free, and free of all worry.
Welcome to the Church of Rocky.
So come join the decadence with us, never look back, and forget your worries for you have just been corrupted.
Rocky is my religion. Okay, it doesn't say that officially, but it is. It gave me something to believe in when there was nothing else. One of my rhps friends are developing rocky horror as a religion. Wanna join us in this project? "Join the Club", Hysterical with Pleasure and take part in "Rockyism."
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Time split, a warp occurred,
the ruby slippers transformed to black patent leather
and sprouted six inch platform heels.
The collective consciousness of a hundred-thousand minds
began to aggregate within the telling
of one simple story of self-realization.
It broke all the rules.
It defied category.
And oh gentle reader, it lives forever.
--Inside Cover of The New Rocky Horror Show Souvenir Program
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