After 26(ish) years of waiting, I finally went to the Rocky Horror Picture Show's midnight showing. I am currently almost 37 which means I have been waiting since I was 10 years old to attend this. And that's not an exaggeration. You know those parents who take age suggestions for movie ratings literally, and will only let their kids watch movies based on age-appropriate ratings. Yeah, those weren't my parents. And to be honest, I can't remember how old I was the first time I saw Rocky Horror. 10 years old was just the age I had learned about the midnight showing. My dad told me he would take me to go see it on my 13th birthday. That never happened. And probably for the best. 10-year-old me clearly did not understand what the fuck was going on in that movie. Although, after rewatching it last weekend, 36-year-old me still does not understand what the fuck is going on in that movie. In hindsight, maybe I should not have watched it at such a young age, but it...
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