Attend a white party

“For awhile we just stood there fascinated by the unfamiliar scene, emotionally moved by the sound and light show that had engulfed us, entranced by the dancers who were moving, touching, massaging and embracing all around us. Then spontaneously I began to dance in place as they were dancing. I put my arm around Gary and moved up and down to the music’s loud beat. For the first time in my life I didn’t feel like an outsider at a dance. In fact, I was surprised to feel entirely at home with that mass of buff gay men dancing the night away.”

“So this is how I wound up in downtown Los Angeles on a Friday night in a public space between the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion and the Mark Taper Forum dressed head to toe in white, around 2,000 people also dressed in all white who were seated at white-covered tables, waiving white napkins and having dinner and wine in the middle of a fountained courtyard. It’s a scene that was both overwhelming and mesmerizing at the same time. I stood in place for several moments to soak up the scene, but instead of being like a sponge I was more like a statue. I could not move. That’s because I could hardly believe what I was seeing.”