The first picture we have today is of myself prior to my second viewing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. The dress belongs to Melissa, the girlfriend of my roommate at the time in question. The time in question was, I believe, April 19, 1997. This was the traditional VEISHA midnight showing of RHPS. Regrettably, the picture does not clearly show my boots, which kick ass, or the leash that was attached to the spiked collar on my thigh. I was told by many people that I was damn sexy in this dress. To any of you who would wish to call me a fag, I say two things: 1. Grow up 2. I got more chicks by wearing this dress than you did by calling me a fag. The fact that I never got copies of any of the group pictures taken the first time I went to RHPS was one of the major factors in my decision that I needed my own camera. On the Rocky Horror Picture Show itself: Jake and Troll (below) were regrettably unable to actually view the Show on this evening, due to a misunderstanding about the price of admission ($5 when the poster said $2) and the fact that our outfits didn't have pockets. I was lucky that I got to see the show, since I had stuck a fiver in my cleavage. Jake and Troll tried to find a cash machine that they could get access to at midnight, but took too long to do so. As for the movie itself. Going to RHPS is great fun. It's a gathering of freaks, weirdos, and sickos, and the whole movie is about sex! What better place to make new friends?!? The first time I went to Rocky Horror, I won a prize in the costume contest, (I told you I'm sexy in a dress!) and the second time I got invited to the after-show cast party! Fun galore!

Up next we have my two compatriots, Troll and Jake, who were accompanying me to the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Troll is on the left, sporting a lovely military surplus jacket and showing off his Joe Nameth Netted Slingshot Boxers (tm). The jacket, by the way, was purchased at Ragstock, and has magical powers that make Troll irresistably attractive to females of any species, and males of a few as well. Jake is one the right, wearing a lovely floral sundress and wig. This outfit gives Jake incredible success in dealings with the opposite sex, the only problem being that we're not quite sure which sex that would be. Ha ha! Seriously though, the great part is that Jake is in the Navy. Anchors Away!

This group shot was taken on Halloween of '97. (Hey, we're in aught aught now! Only 2 more years untill I can say "back in aught one we didn't have this newfangled internet thingy"!) From left to right: Jeff, Mellisa, SomebodyOrOther, Kevin, me, and Pam. Interesting details in this one, in case you hadn't noticed, include the suspicious blue bulge in the general groinital region of the lady in the blue dress (3rd from the right), and the slightly disturbing fact that most of the leg shown in these pictures in male.

To the right we have, naturally, a picture of Jeff groping me, because well, I mean, molestation and all. Note the lovely combination of leather and fur, with a bit of chain and handcuffs. This is what life's all about boys and girls. If you can't get sexually harassed by your best friends, who can you get sexually harassed by? About some of the people shown here, upper picture, left to right: Jeff is the sexiest Mexican Leprechaun you'll ever meet. If you met him, that is. And you should. Because he's dreamy. Despite the leather badboy look he's sporting here he's one of the nicest and most considerate people I know. No wait, Nice Guys don't get chicks- He's a jerk! A rude selfish asshole! But you can change him, right ladies? Mellisa was Jeff's girlfriend at the time of the picture. Ex- for some time now. I can't really say we were too dissappointed when they broke up. But don't tell her that part. Oh crap, what if she reads this? Hey Mellisa, don't read that part. SomebodyOrOther is a friend of Kevin's, and I've been told her name a couple of times since posting this originally. I keep forgetting it though, probably because I don't much care. Kevin Weiser is the one bulgingly wearing the blue dress. Not only is he big and gay, he also is editor of big, gay gaming news parody 'zine The Mushroom, which has a long history of being reviled and unfunny. Under Weiser's guiding, greasy hand it's gradually becoming much better than it was under its founder and previous editor, the skull-caving-in-enly not humorous Kevin Murphy. But I digress. Next is myself, of whom entirely to much has already been and will be later said. So I'll just add that I really love the iridescent rainbow spiked collar I'm wearing. Furthest right is Pam, who I was quasi-dating at the time. It's a long explanation and an even longer rant, but I'll spare you and sum things up with this information about the picture: Pam's wearing a cloak. Underneath that cloak she was wearing a really awesome leather dress. Did she take off the cloak for the pictures, so we could see the awesome leather dress? I think that says enough.

These three pictures are from the Spring of 1999 annual SUB-Films sponsered midnight during Veisha showings of the Rocky Horror Picture Show at the M-Shop. (Is that enough plugs yet?) This first picture is me before heading to the show on friday night. Thanks to CJ for the photography. You may notice that this is the first picture posted since I shaved off my one-sided goatee, which happened in November 1998, just for the record. Also, I'm showing a little less leg this time around, but the low neckline does wonders for accentuating the chest hair, and I like that this photo shows off a bit of my classic hourglass figure. (Is this grossing you out yet?) Hey, speaking of gross, has anyone noticed that the gloves I keep wearing are the leg parts from Troll's Joe Nameth Netted Slingshot Boxers(tm) pictured above? I really like this dress, it's back to the more elegant look of the first year I went to RHPS, unlike the outfits which came later, as I felt like more and more of a slut.

This picture was, from right to left, myself, my Japanese loveslave-for-the-evening Moko, and my Freshman loveslave-whenever-I'm-really-drunk Curt. Actually, Moko was my girlfriend and now lives back in Japan and I miss her a whole hell of a lot. She's beautiful and funny and wonderful and did I mention I miss her? It's too bad that this picture doesn't show the really cool spider web thingy Moko did on her cheek, or her legs' one fishnet, one tight black assymetry that's worthy of my old beard. But wait! That's fixable with this super sexy bonus Moko bondage pic! What the heck, here's an extra pic of Curt too, "looking all demure 'n shit."

Now we move on to Tim and myself getting friendly. Tim is one of the wonderful SUB Films gurus who host this thing every year, as well as a ton of other weird independent disturbing movies (every weekend in the Memorial Union), except now he's done something called graduating. Don't ask me. Tim knows things. Movie things. Lots of them. And he has nice breasts. I really like this picture, visually. It has a nice contrast, in the short blonde/long black and green dress/red dress ways, yet when you really get down to it we're both guys in drag and makeup. For everyone who thinks Tim is mega-sexy (and that should be all of you) here's some more pics: Tim strikes a pose, MC Tim at the mic, and Tim awes the crowd.

Over the summer of '99 I found way too much Rocky-esque (Or "risque" for short) clothing while doing my typical Ragstock and Goodwill shopping. So for the Halloween showings that fall I wore two different outfits, one for Friday and one for Saturday. To the right is the outfit generally considered the inferior of the two. It began with the black teddy, which is absolutely lovely put possesses one problem: Length. Of the teddy itself and, well, something else. (Here's a hint for those of you not perverted enough: "crotch") So I had to find something to wear under it, and the red slip was the best I could do. I got the red lacy top to try to compliment the slip, but quite frankly I think the overall effect is to make me look like a saloon girl. You can't win them all.

These are two shots of the simpler, sexier outfit I wore that Halloween. I'm such a sucker for vinyl, really. A few times I've flirted with girls in vinyl dresses only to later realize that they weren't that interesting without the outfit. (I mean that in the sense that the next time I saw/talked to them I was bored silly, not in the sense that I was actually seeing naked people lately.) This skirt was a $10 find at Ragstock, which makes up for the fact that if it were any tighter it'd be inside me, so tight I have to use a pliers to zip it up. I think this outfit also represents the peak of sluttiness for my RHPS-wear so far. Can I be more of a tramp? We'll just have to wait and see.

Veisha of 2000. Veisha's still dry, Rocky Horror's still moist. Same outfit as halloween of 99, but better image quality and I'm a bit more shaven. And in case you didn't notice, I don't just mean my face. I honestly am not sure what possessed me to do that, but I just thought it'd be sexier or something. Oh, and yes I am wearing glasses. In most of the other pictures around here I'm wearing contacts, but complications have made me go back to glasses for the last year or so. Hopefully in a few months someone will fire lasers directly into my eyes, taking care of the whole "vision" problem once and for all. Interpret that however you like.

By this point you may be getting the impression that I'm some sort of sick, twisted, deviant, transvestite pervert. This is not an entirely accurate image of me. I'm also an immature, paranoid headbanger with delusions of granduer and a poor grasp on "reality". So you probably are getting depressed about the current state of society, and wondering how a young man could be so completely messed up. Didn't I have any positive role models as a child? Well OF COURSE I did! My fourth-grade teacher, Mr Eisenstat, was a major influence on my life. He was, and still is, the wisest man I know. (I've seen him a lot since fourth grade, because I had a summer job at the elementary school and he was also head of the Theatre Guild at my high school.) That's him, in the middle. The one in the bright yellow dress. Okay, fine, I should explain. This is from the play "Dirty Work at the Crossroads." Mr. Eisenstat is not usually a drag queen. The other two things in the picture are Lonnie and Chris, in case you care. This picture has nothing whatsoever to do with the Rocky Horror Picture Show, but it is of a man wearing a dress, so I thought this was the appropriate place to put it.