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At that command from a woman in a leather dress holding a whip, two women wearing g-strings and fishnets, chained by the neck to the hand of the woman in the leather dress, began to grind me lustfully outside of Textor 102.

"Enough!" the leather-dress woman shouted as she yanked the chains, pulling the women off me. I blew them a kiss off my red-polished fingernails as they pranced away. I adjusted my candy corn nipples, which the recent display of desire from the chained women had displaced. I also shifted the pseudo-cellulite on my butt--really two towels stuffed inside of my argyle pantyhose.

I was a drag queen supreme at this year's Rocky Horror Picture Show, held in Textor Hall, Friday and Saturday nights.

Women and men, men and men, and women and women were striking scandalous poses everywhere. I saw a woman kissing a man against the wall of Textor and pressed myself up against her, making her the meat between the bread of me and her partner in this sandwich.

Having never been to the show, I was marked a virgin by a big "V" drawn in red lipstick on my forehead. Slightly intimidated by what the distinction presented, I entered the theater.

Sitting in the front, the virgin on my left was pulled out of her chair and entered the banana eating contest with four other contestants, including a balding man who looked to be in his '50s, to see who could eat the phallic fruit in the most seductive way.

With peels on the floor and contestants in their seats, a new group crowded the front. Standing on the table, a man pulled down his pants, revealing a black thong to the crowd. He was followed by other men and women bearing their skimpy silks to hardy cheers and whistles from the crowd.

With the projector now rolling, red lips appeared on the screen as if floating in the air of a darkened Textor Hall. While the lips spoke, flash lights illuminated a cast member with a British flag tied around her waist. She danced in a way I would not expect to see in Ithaca--except at our local strip clubs. As characters appeared on the screen, matching actors appeared on the floor of Textor, mimicking the actions--orgies included--of "Frank," "Janet" and the other actors on screen.

At points in the show, the audience threw rice and bread across the room as the crowd shouted profanity at the screen.

Cast member Adam Bricault, a sophomore, who played the part of "Rocky," said he hoped virgins would leave Rocky Horror with "more of a comfort with your own body after you see people that are so comfortable with their own bodies that they can perform this kind of a show; that maybe they could walk away being able to laugh at things and not being so intimidated by other [sexual behaviors]."

I had never been to a drama that was as physical as what I saw at Rocky Horror--it was a new experience for me.

"There's something about Rocky like drinking. People lose their inhibitions," said junior Bob Oswald, who has seen the show three times. "What can you say about Rocky? It just has to be experienced."

I didn't understand the movie at all, but I loved the experience. I'll definitely come next year to see the spectacle that is Ithaca College unzipped.