SLO Rocky Horror -- September 16, 2000

 

FETISH ROCKY



One of my favorite subjects (just thought you all were dying to know).

This show was incredible!  I wound up doing far too much with preshow and Yo-Ho.  It kept me from taking a whole lot of pictures.  However, I got some good ones here.  I also got a few pieces of crap.  But hey, as the slo.punks say, "bandwidth is cheap!"  So you guys get to see them all.


Let's start with a few random crowd shots outside before the doors opened.  I gotta say that, as shitty as these are, I'm impressed with their quality considering I took them on autofocus with the camera held above my head, not aiming.


A couple shots of our trixies to put you all in the mood...


And here are a few very nice shots of the cast, crew, and audience--including a nice shot of my honey (...that one's going straight to my windows background)!


Our poster apparantly caused quite a stir in town.  Honestly, it wasn't that bad.  I mean the background of this page shows more than the poster did.  But then, I guess that is one of the nice things about our fetishes...they will never be embraced by society, and will forever remain ours.

By the way, the latex Bitch-Goddess in the above picture is Matt's girlfriend.  Everyone email him, and remind him what a lucky punk-ass bastard he is.


I think this next little-one epitomized our theme for the evening.  Everything fetishes are supposed to be, without the gerbal.  It's a shame she lost the costume contest to a guy wearing a pink cowboy hat and a blue bra.  [sigh]  I don't think I'll ever understand our audience.


The last picture I took IS the soul of The ZenRoom in my opinion.  You ask us what you'll find when you come to the ZenRoom?  You ask us what we're like?  You ask us to let you in on our secrets, knowing we never will let you go behind that leather padded door in the back of the house...

Well this is "us"
This is "we"
This is corrupted innocense,
forbidden pleasures,
the tortures you crave,
the smiles of friends you have just met.
The healing touch of leather
and the stinging humiliation of lace.
This is the laughter from the darkness--
both at you, and with you.
This is the careless whisper that calls you home.
Welcome to the ZenRoom.


Feel free to send feedback to the address below.  And for those viewing this page who enjoy being in front of the camera, feel free to drop me some email.  I'm always looking for interesting subjects!


Feel free to leave me some mail at dionysus@west.net

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