Note: I wrote this in 2015, but I love Rocky so much that I felt it needed an update.
Some of you will get the title reference. You are my people. Thank you for existing.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show turns 42 this year. I’m not sure if this is old or young, because it’s always been an old movie for me. Even though I’ve seen it hundreds (literally) of times, it’s always seemed like something from the past brought into the present for lonely souls like me. It was a holy relic, and we were the cult that formed around it.
For better or worse, Rocky Horror made me who I am.