I used to go raving once upon a time. I wouldn't ever consider myself a "raver" per se (e.g. I never got into the whole "candy" subculture), but between 1999-2001/02 I went to several raves in the Bay Area, CA. From massive parties held at the Home Base near the Oakland Coliseum, to shady underground parties hosted inside clandestine crack houses, I have seen more than my fair share of raving. At one point during my undergraduate time at Berkeley, I was going to 2 or 3 raves per week; when some of my friends were getting ready to hit the bars, I was driving with other friends to "map points" and taking secret shuttles into unknown parts of the city. Although I look back at my time raving ambivalently, I believe that there's something magical about raves. Raves provide a unique public venue for people to feel comfortable expressing themselves creatively. Unlike dance clubs, bars, and other social settings in which people work hard to keep ...
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