I find myself daydreaming of dancefloors. I’ll be staring out the window, distracted from work by passing clouds, and a strobe-flash of colour and light blossoms in memory. For just a moment, it is real––I can hear the syncopated rhythms of a techno beat; can see hot men dancing on stage in neck-breaking high heels; can feel the embrace of rope arms stretch around me. But it is fleeting. The window is always there when I open my eyes again. Disappointingly. It makes me wonder, why do my memories of Naarm’s infamous queer parties flicker in the mind like acid flashbacks? What power do they possess to haunt in such a visceral way? In what follows, I attempt to answer these questions by drawing on cherished memories of being lost on some of my favourite queer dancefloors.
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