{And nothing else compares...}

{Dancing the night away}
11 May 2004 @ 7:48 PM

BGM: Aino Minako (Komatsu Ayaka) - "Romance"
Wanting: to not stop raving
Wearing: light blue ON ringer, dark grey ON cargo shorts, black flip-flops

Imagine your idea of heaven. Pretty, isn't it? Now, visualize my idea of heaven. It's isn't filled with clouds, people with wings (real ones anyway) or even a rainy day (well possibly). It is several hundred; maybe thousand; people of different backgrounds all gathered in one idyllic place (in this case, a trailer park/courtyard-esque kinda dusty locale) with the sole purpose of having the most wonderful time that can be had.

Last Saturday I went to Transmissions with dear Matt, after such an incredibly long dry spell, as far as raves go. It was magickal, it was beautiful, it was rocking and I enjoyed myself thoroughly and cannot describe how much of a high this put me on. The bright lights, lasers and flashes appealled to my aesthetic sensibilities, those that I saw fulfilled my penchant for being a people-watcher and the music was devine and perfect, lifting me higher with every throbbing beat and allowing my soul to soar.

Being in an enclosed and safe area where there were hundreds of people like myself was so very moving. It was as if the spirit of the raver was not the drug-addled and beaten-down one that we had been lead to believe, but a very much alive albeit somewhat having returned underground one. Which is by all means good, for a while there it seems that the demise of raves wasn't going to be some joyless politician or even them themselves, but the over-commercialization and far-too commonplace of the culture (a store called 'Rave Girl' at the mall? Please!)

Though it was well within the confines of the fair city of Tucson, I found myself so at home and so disconnected from everything else in the outside world.

As a result, the past few days I've been going for the once thought to be lost to me raver look (mostly t-shirts with baggy pants and a bunch of blue and black rubber braclets on my wrist). I want to keep connected to this for as long as I can, because really one might not know when those obstinate polititians will get their way.

Viva the rave!

3+ {I love you baby, baby}

{where do i start?}
i am... a dancer and a dreamer, latino, gay, a singer, a poet, an artist, a son, a brother, no one's lover, way too obsessed with sailor moon for my own good, a romantic, temporarily unemployed, and too much more to list here

{emotional me}