Fire Island Rewind: Goodbye Circuit Dayz

I actually thought of this post's title while standing on the dancefloor in Fire Island this past weekend. Because as I looked around at the juiced-up, tweaked out muscle heads bopping around trying to hook-up with everyone with a penis, I realized this scene no longer was for me (not that it ever really was).

I suppose part of me didn't want to let the circuit days go as it somehow seemed like an admittance that I was getting old. But after looking around the Ascension Party, it wasn't so much about aging (as many there were older than myself). Instead, it was more about the drugs and what they do to you in the moment, the following day and down the road. These queens were a mess. Something I'd rather avoid.

Pencil me in for an evening out, mingling, such as we did on Friday night at Low T. The few hours on the pier were much more engaging as we made new friends (such as Michael from HGTV's Design Star). It wasn't about getting high but rather socializing and enjoying others company (some of which we later saw on the dance floor Sunday and who totally lost their appeal).

I know I shouldn't say I'll never do such activities again. Never say never. But this past weekend forcefully drove home the idea that those circuit days are most likely in the past. I mean, what would be the point of drinking all that green tea and popping vitamins everyday?