No, this is not a tribute to Roc
ky Horror Picture Show, LOL, but it's been on my mind a lot recently with the 35th! anniversary performance in LA and the Glee tribute. Hubby and I were dancing wildly last night listening to the tunes again. And as if it was only yesterday I can remember seeing the flick back in 1976 well before it became the cult classic. Imagine, if you will, a small church college in very prudish Iowa small town showing RHPS. Most of the kids had walked out well before the pool orgy at the end. Me? I was transfixed. Tim Curry was and is a god. A couple years later I had a chance to see the original stage show in London, now becoming a cult classic with much more audience interaction. I've always believed that the audience interaction is what people crave. We spend way too much of our lives watching the action. Being a part of it is SO much more fun.
How's that for a seque into my "tribute" to a new friend. This guy doesn't know the meaning of "watching." He is a hard core player with stamina that amazes. And "play" is what we do. No roles, no hardcore protocols, just intense, exploratory, mind-blowing play. Hubby is enamored ever since the friend took a liking to beating his balls to a pulp. And so we hook up when we can (the friend driving 2 hours each way for this!) and we play hard. Pics are just a sample of some good times.
(PLEASE NOTE--the BC we practice is EXTREMELY light and very controlled. WAY too many people recently have experimented with this dangerous practice and paid the price with their lives. DO NOT go down that path. Drugs and BC should never be mixed. BC alone? Don't do it. If you have even the slightest doubt about the experience or knowledge of either participant in this practice, JUST DON'T DO IT!)By the way, the pic at the top is Rick, the friend, in full rubber suit (which he'd had on for four hours), his own full neoprene surfsuit over the top of that, with the rubber sleepsack on top. Add a very intense padded hood with only one tiny grommet for breathing. He was moaning and leaking precum like you wouldn't believe. And like a good bondage pig he wondered if it would be possible to put the leather sleepsack over the top of those three layers. If hubby had been around to do the heavy lifting, we sure as shit would have given it the old college try!
I am so glad we don't own a TV and have to invent our own fun!!!!!!
ky Horror Picture Show, LOL, but it's been on my mind a lot recently with the 35th! anniversary performance in LA and the Glee tribute. Hubby and I were dancing wildly last night listening to the tunes again. And as if it was only yesterday I can remember seeing the flick back in 1976 well before it became the cult classic. Imagine, if you will, a small church college in very prudish Iowa small town showing RHPS. Most of the kids had walked out well before the pool orgy at the end. Me? I was transfixed. Tim Curry was and is a god. A couple years later I had a chance to see the original stage show in London, now becoming a cult classic with much more audience interaction. I've always believed that the audience interaction is what people crave. We spend way too much of our lives watching the action. Being a part of it is SO much more fun.
After almost a week of schedules not matching, today hubby and I both had some free time at the same time! Miracles never cease.
