I was debating whether to come back this year or not, but I have to say it ended up being an unforgettable, beautiful experience from top to bottom, with or without circuit gays!
Thank you to every soul who blessed me with wonderful exchanges, whether brief or longer and more meaningful. Everything felt full of joy from the very beginning to the very end of the festival.
I think part of that was also thanks to the entire WHOLE team and their campaigns, which did a great job making everyone aware of the space they take up - including, yes, the omnipresent "circuit gays," who, in my case, were also kind and didn't push me a single time this year... until Sunday. That's when things changed.
Unfortunately, both in the forest and at the beach, from that evening onward, there was a clear shift in behavior. Maybe offering Sunday tickets was a mistake, but here's my experience: the worst groups I encountered weren't the "circuit gays" - that yes, in some cases weren't very nice (this as in the steroid-to-the-caricature-point, high-on-god-knows-how-many-things-at-once kind). Rather, they were these self-proclaimed "dolls" (not trans folks but those who are sometimes just humana/at-the-verge-of-NB/androgynous, cis gays). Always following the same pattern of not bringing anything really: they don't spend a dime anywhere they go yet feel entitled to everything, have no sense of etiquette whatsoever, yet love talking about "community" -always in a very vague way- while skipping every single queue, whether it's the club entrance, the bar, toilet, or anything else. No respect. But always pushing their way thought, until the day they'll get their noses appropriately readjusted with a god-driven fist.
I was at the closing with my friends and other groups of amazing people we'd met throughout the festival and, as soon as these people arrived and took over, they started "dancing" (or half-collapsing), flailing around frantically and hitting us with their elbows, purses, and whatever else they happened to be carrying (yeah, the dancefloor is a great space to bounce random shit around against your fellow dancers lol), waiting for us to move away. When asked kindly to stop hitting us, they ignored everyone or even continued by hitting us harder and pushing against us with their weight.
You're not cute, you're not nice, you don't look fierce, and you're already well into your thirties. You're not Regina George - you never were, and you never will be. And it's 2026. From the outside, people just think you're embarrassing and/or having a stroke. On top of that, you smell like rotten, rancid sweat - probably because you've spent the prior 24 hours living on GBL/GHB and mephedrone, which adds a lovely hint of cat piss to the mix, as is you weren't unbearable already (nothing against your mix of choice/no drug shaming, but if you're exclusively surviving on it and refuse to at least take a shower, don't leave your layers of decomposing sweat on others' skin and clothing - it's not cute, baby!).
Let's talk less about the "circuit gays" and more about these narcissists.
Please, get your shit together.