May 16, 2019

Touch-a-Touch-a-Touch Me

By In Diary

The very same way that Tim Curry captivated audiences as Dr. Frank N. Furter, by shocking our system with a liberal, sometimes blatant display of sexuality and an amoral compass, Ele Nichols has done the first time I laid eyes on them. I was in awe. And I still am. This photo shoot has to be one of my favorites to date. Each photo grips you, blurring the lines of what you thought you knew about your sexuality. Ele shows us what real glamour is… the exquisite balance of the masculine and the feminine. Drenched in sensuality, allure and mystique, I believe Ele has done this dark and decadent piece, justice.

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You know what’s funny? I always saw myself more in Janet Weiss. The uptight prude, suddenly trapped in this world of sexual deviance, perversion, and madness. Not that I’m uptight, but there was a time in my life that I felt trapped in a boring, assigned at birth life, desperately longing for someone to come along and liberate me from my inhibitions. 

As Janet and Brad are relieved of their soiled, wet clothes, my imagination runs wild and projects myself into her precarious position. God, to have Columbia undress me…

Sorry, got caught up in that lingering thought. RHPS has a way of doing that to me. It’s the first time I ever felt compelled to surrender to lustful pleasures. So I would watch the corruption of Janet Weiss, as her mind protested against the decadence, but body submitted to the desires of the flesh. 

Finally, she releases herself over into the darkness, screaming Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch-A, Touch Me! I Wanna Get Dir-r-ty! Then makes wild, crazy love to Rocky. But she doesn’t realize she’s gone a step too far. Frank is not happy. So after an epic tantrum, he chases a fear fueled Janet throughout the castle, until finally freezing them in place in the laboratory. Then, one by one, the Medusa Transducer begins to transform each of the guests into statues. Side note, in the original movie, all the statues were nude, with their clothes in a pile on the floor. Yeah, that’s not something that can be replicated on stage, or on Fox…but it should. Just say’n, makes it extra thrilling.

Once revived, all have been given a scandalous makeover, forced to perform in Frank’s personal cabaret. It’s glorious. And the transformation of Janet Weiss is complete. Sure, they get away at the end, but do they really? I like to imagine that Janet, permanently affected by her experiences with Frank N. Furter, change her. Perhaps becoming more like Frank herself. I think that’s a lot better than Shock Treatment…yikes.

So am I Frank? Am I Janet? I think it’s appropriate to say I’m some mix of the two. A happy convert, if you will, sharing the message of Transexual Transylvania. Very much a Creature Of The Night.

Escape The Ordinary,

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