I would very like to know how Rocky Horror rescued you from an abusive relationship please
Hello there! Bless you for paying such close attention to my reblogs.
So. Up until 9th grade I had never seen the movie/a production of RHPS. I was a pastor's kid, pretty sheltered, and really not into antics and noise for the sake of antics and noise.
My best friend at the time and I had recently decided to try dating one another, after our first kiss on my 16th birthday and several conversations about possibly caring more for each other than just as friends, possibly being bi, etc.
We had to sneak around and pretend we were still just friends, being in a tiny, conservative town. I was particularly anxious about keeping the secret and by then, she had started accusing me of faking actually liking her, of wanting to date boys more than I wanted to date her, being fake bi, etc, etc. She even threatened a couple of times to tell people about us, and because she was related to every other person in town, and I was the pastor's kid, this would've spelled big trouble.
But I was lonely and still figuring myself out and she'd been my only friend since I was 11, so I stuck around. She grew more and more possessive, and threatened physical violence, which she was more than capable of, being a lot larger than me.
A few weeks before Halloween, a local movie theatre advertised that it was going to put on an interactive Rocky Horror showing/performance, where people came dressed as characters, watched the movie, and basically wrecked havoc to each other and the theater, as is tradition in showings of RHPS.
She wanted to go, and I at first agreed, more out of fear of making her angry than actual desire to see the show. Like I said, all I knew about it at the time was that theatres typically got trashed, there was a lot of weird sex stuff in the movie, and that it tended to get loud and messy. At 16, all of that stuff made me extremely uncomfortable.
So thinking I was adequately preparing myself for the night in question, I watched the movie a few nights before. And just THAT was enough to convince me that I didn't want to be in the environment of the theatre with people singing and yelling and throwing things, and wasn't sure what my parents would think of the transvestite aspect of it, or all of the sexual situations (remember, I was a naive pastor's kid). And I told her all that point blank.
She was FURIOUS. I held my ground, though now she actually did start banging on the hood of my car if she saw me in the school parking lot, cornering me at my locker, and REPEATEDLY threatening to tell my parents what we'd been up to (we never had sex, but we made out every chance we could and that would be enough to damn me, I was sure). On two occasions, she actually managed to get me alone, and beat me up just enough to hurt me and get her message across, but not enough for me to prove anything if I dared tell anyone.
What ended up happening was, I used the pressure she was putting on me seemingly about the movie to break up with her/end our friendship, citing the physical violence and manipulation to my parents and HER parents, as the reason.
It stayed ugly for a long long time after that, and I was still scared every time I saw her, and she still tried to guilt me into hanging out with her for nearly a year after that, but yeah. That's the gist of it.
So basically now, I'm still not a big fan of Rocky Horror Picture Show, but I have loosened up a bit and am on much better terms with my sexuality, and all the abuse I suffered with this girl, even instances I didn't think were abusive until looking at them years later. And now I can have fun singing along to all the songs and enjoy the movie for just being weird.
TL;DR Rocky Horror Picture Show made me break up with an abusive girlfriend and made me come to terms with being bisexual.
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I'll never find the right guy for me because I'd need him to watch Swiss Army Man and not only appreciate it on an artistic level but to love me in the same way Hank and Manny love each others. Without shame, without fear, in a way that's gross and absurd and stinks and it's existential and boundless. I feel that's the only way I could be happy loving someone and being loved. I don't really understand relationships, but I understood that movie, I think, and it stuck with me ever since I watched it. I need someone to understand that shame truly keeps us from love, and not just shame of our little imperfections, but shame everything that's flesh and blood and rots and stinks like shit and feels like shit, it's putrid and it's that one part of the human experience books and movies leave out because it's useless and it isn't nice to tell, that we never think about because it makes us gag, like taking out the trash. After watching that movie, I feel that's the only love I can truly understand. I want something that stinks. I want to be someone's sack of shit.
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