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Mar. 29th, 2006 09:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sebastienneLittle bits of wax all over the carpet and the bed. A pile of boys on the kitchen floor. This has all the hallmarks of The Morning After a party in the PHoL.
I didn't go to see the Rocky Horror Show when it came to an Oxford stage. Last night, I chose debauchery and sleep over watching the film. I have been obsessed - obsessed! - with Rocky Horror ever since I first saw it - jesusfuck - eight years ago, but I'm beginning to worry that I've grown out of it. That's not me trying to belittle Rocky Horror fans, or even to say "Don't dream it, be it? I'm being it, baby!" - it's actually terrifying, as a concept, like growing out of Oscar Wilde, something I swore would never ever happen because it was an integral part of The Adult Me.
Perhaps not, then.
I didn't go to see the Rocky Horror Show when it came to an Oxford stage. Last night, I chose debauchery and sleep over watching the film. I have been obsessed - obsessed! - with Rocky Horror ever since I first saw it - jesusfuck - eight years ago, but I'm beginning to worry that I've grown out of it. That's not me trying to belittle Rocky Horror fans, or even to say "Don't dream it, be it? I'm being it, baby!" - it's actually terrifying, as a concept, like growing out of Oscar Wilde, something I swore would never ever happen because it was an integral part of The Adult Me.
Perhaps not, then.
