As a penultimate Circuit Boy from the 90s living in South Beach and traveling the country from one experience to the next, I connected with your poem and with the story of Micah Enloe. Now in my early 60s, I still find myself from time to time at the new gender-queer underground “raves” taking place in warehouses in the small upstate city I now live in. And yes, While many people around me were using the drugs as an escape, for me it was merely an enhancement to the joy I already felt being a live-out-loud gay man who came out in 1979 and has never, ever looked back. The experiences were transcendental in a way that many people will never know. I feel lucky to have experienced them with all my many brothers.