Rocky Horror Picture Show - Live at the Admiral in West Seattle

Now I'm not here to lie to you and preach falsehoods, but the Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Admiral was a fucking adventure, to say the least. The trip into Transexual Transylvania was more like a trek filled with half-naked individuals, lewd comments, and lots of ass-grabbing (mostly me grabbing Grant's ass). As a heterosexual male to the core, I was a bit blasted by a tidal wave of homosexuality as I sat in my vintage 1970's movie seat, but I got over it after I witnessed a man deepthroat a whole banana - shit was funny! "Whatever," I told myself, "this is going to be rad!" And rad it was. Grant and I had a hell of a time eventhough we stood out like the Amish at Woodstock. Monthly patrons wait outside this theater for hours, dressed in drag, high, drunk, and ready to get vile, and that's just the start of it. Between the audience participation, the hilarious call-backs, and the dry sex (oh yes, there's lots of dry sex), the RHPS at the Admiral was by far one of the highlights of my Fall Quarter and here's why:

I met a "real" Jewish circumsizer, he even had the tools (he looked like Screech dressed up as himself in a bad costume):



The charm of the Admiral as one of the better vintage theaters:



Some monthly patrons, Bjork and a half-naked ICP head:



This dude was too hyped to function:



We look like the parents from Footloose:



They offer the RHPS kit for $3 cash before the show. It comes with rice, newspaper, toast, and everything else you need to make the experience memorable:



I met Quailman. He won the costume contest before the show, rock on:



My future ex-wife:



The man with magenta hair knew Grant and he got us in before everyone else (thanks for the hookup, by the way):



I look like an Arab in Texas. They called all of us "virgins" who hadn't seen RHPS performed live up on stage, and left us in blissful ignorance of the vile acts of debauchery that were about to ensue:



WAVE OF DEBAUCH 1: The "taking of the cherry":



WAVE OF DEBAUCH 2: The banana deepthroat. This dude put the whole fucking thing in his throat and closed his mouth. Grant and I could just scream, that was all, no talking, no laughing, just screaming. Screaming for the sake of screaming, screaming in horror, screaming in laughter, screaming in repulsion, and screaming in exaltation because I got to sit down before wave 2 hit like a ton of bricks, err, bananas:



It was raining in the theater:



I'm going to leave the rest up to you to discover, as I've given away too much info already. I'll leave you with this, the calling card of those who put on this production:



The first Saturday of every month; I'll see you there for the Science Fiction Double Feature.