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About Just out. (Portland, OR) 1983-2013 | View Entire Issue (April 15, 2011)
voices » OREGON S LGBTO NEWSMAGAZINE Let’s Do The Time Warp Again The girl in the black lace corset exhales a cloud of cigarette smoke through her cherry red lips into the cold April night. I watch her in the light of the Clinton Street Theater marquee— The Rocky Horror Picture Show, it proclaims in bold letters, Saturday, Midnight. I dig my hands into my pockets, shivering. “Have you done Rocky before?” my boss Fred asks, pulling a bag of rice out of the pocket of his motorcycle jacket. He had sug gested the outing as a bizarre take on corpo rate team-building—the cool gay boss’ alter native to a ropes course. “Not in years,” I reply. “Since high school, actually.” “That means you’re a virgin again!” a fat, gleeful man in caked makeup shouts from behind us. This guy is a pro, a lipstick in his hand deftly smearing a “V” onto my cheek before I can protest. “Big turnout for something that happens every Saturday,” I observe, noting the long line of attendees snaking around the corner. “Tonight’s the 33rd anniversary perfor mance!” the lipstick man exclaims, his eyes twinkling behind false lashes. “Thirty-three years! The longest-running showing of Rocky in the world! Keeping Portland weird, right?” “Fucking weird is right,” Fred deadpans, stubbing out his cigarette on the sole of his V l> remember to breathe BY N IC K M A TTO S I will omit the details of my de- virginization; however, I will say that it involved balloons and a terribly embarrassed young Asian woman. Paint your own picture. boot. The line begins to move, my coworkers and I lurch in single file into the theater as the fat man behind us giggles with excitement. The emcee strolls across the stage with the requisite campy swagger. “Welcome to the Clinton Cabaret!” he roars. “I see lots of vir gins in the audience! Get the hell up here!” I’m surprised to see a crowd of 35 people, some marked with the scarlet “V,” join my coworkers and I moving toward the stage. Turning around, I scan the audience of youthful flesh encased in Hot Topic corsets, mentally listing each theatergoer’s estimated age: 16, 18, 19, 15. I t’s likely that a third of the people here tonight were unable to vote in the last election, I reckon as before me a group of fel low “virgins” replicates the sounds of the last PARADISE ADULT VIDEO APRIL 15. 2011 3 5 -J 0 J versively racy as it must have been to audiences in the 70s or ‘80s. Any attendee of a Portland drag show or watcher of South Park has seen and heard far raunchier fare than anything in the film. Still, every new generation of theater kids latches on, puts on their fishnets and over sized heels, gets up on the stage and does the Time Warp again and again. Why? I turn my head, look across the merry crowd shouting spiritedly at the screen. A woman my mother’s age sits stiffly in her cor set next to the girl with the cherry red lips— her daughter. “Slut!” they scream in unison at the screen, then laugh together. Every unlucky generation relearns the les sons of the last the hard way, rediscovers the thrill of rebellion and thinks it is unique to them, doesn’t see the long chain of subversion that leads up to them. Rocky may not be the far end of the shock spectrum now, but it’s one of the first, an artifact of sexual and artis tic rebellion curated by those who still hunger for the crazily campy side of life, regardless of their age. I pick up my bag of props, glad that Rocky was there when I was a teenager to show me how to be insane and glamorous at the same time, glad that it shares its lessons so freely with the teenagers here now. I throw pieces of toast into the air, scream “Asshole!” at the screen, and smile. ja] orgasm they gave their partners for their ini tiation. Shit, I think, unsettled by the realiza tion—It's wholly possible that the majority of this audience could have been conceived in the hazy hours following one of the last 33 years’ worth of Rocky showings at this theater. I will omit the details of my de-virginization; how ever, I will say that it involved balloons and a terribly embarrassed young Asian woman. Paint your own picture. The Rocky Horror Picture Show is exactly what it is—I doubt any queer worth zir salt requires a synopsis. There is, as always, blood and corsets, rock opera and garish makeup, Susan Sarandon and Meat Loaf and a sweet transvestite from Transexual, Transylvania. However, the Portland Cabaret brings some thing else to the table: a live reenactment of the film as it shows. The effect is jaw-drop- pingly on point, the actors perfectly lip-sync ing along with the lines clad in costumes nearly identical to their film counterparts. These people are serious about the Picture Show. But why? I ponder in the darkness. N ick M attos will probably never do the Time Why does the tradition continue? As a film Warp again. For more information on Portland's and as a phenomenon, Rocky is hardly as sub acclaimed Rocky cabaret, check out rockypdx.org. 14712 SE Stark S t Portland, OR 97233 503.255.9414 OPEN 24/7 Stop worrying about how to discuss your HIV status. 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