![]() Back in the early 1980s the Rocky Horror experience was still a ritual of the queer fringe, a temporary and contained space for transgressions of gender, sexuality, and theater comportment. So taking a lesson from Odysseus, I am going to start with a bit of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.īetween the ages of 16 and 18, this was my Sirens’ song-one that called me and many others to the weekly midnight screening of the Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Biograph Theater in Chicago. Odysseus was a trickster, a rule breaker, and in the episode of the Sirens he games the system in order to listen to music that he really shouldn’t. But I was basically on my own to solve the dilemma. In my ensuing agony of indecision I turned to my Facebook friends for guidance, and it turned out that many people “liked” my agony. A month ago I managed to narrow it down to two choices: the Sirens episode in The Odyssey or The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Surely I am not alone in finding it a daunting task to pick one transformative “encounter with a particular work in the humanities" that has been significant for me personally or professionally. "Odysseus, The Sirens, and a little bit of Rocky Horror" ![]()
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