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Login:	xo_bubbles_ox
Role:	Regular
Mood:	Carefree - Mood history
Real Name:	Kayla
Gender:	Female
Status:	Attached & not looking
Location:	Wichita, Kansas, U.S.A.
Birthdate:	Feb 17, 1986, I'm 22 and a Aquarius
My +Buddies:	!~Scotty~!, ~Dotz~, C00kieM0nster, Elektrik_Glow, hippie12, House_Head, iStrive2Thrive!, Kween*Tsunami, phocas, Tha-Ho
+Buddy Of:	!~Scotty~!, ~Dotz~, C00kieM0nster, Elektrik_Glow, hippie12, House_Head, iStrive2Thrive!, Kween*Tsunami, stickybitch, Tha-Ho
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Contrary to popular belief, there are many different types of ravers. First there are Candy Ravers; these are the ones you see running around shouting things like "PLUR!" or "Want a hug/sucker/glowstick/massage?" They are identifiable by their brightly colored clothing (phat pants being a must...if they’re made of fun fur, all the better), enough Candy (brightly colored bead bracelets)to sink the Titanic, oodles of children’s toys, as well as a few glowsticks and pacifiers. Candy kids are known as the cutest/most annoying people you will ever meet. A lot of them are pretty fake - it’s impossible to be that happy all the time. Candy Kids are also notorious for being users of the drug Ecstasy - this is not entirely accurate, but with the way they dress and act, its not hard to see why this is assumed. Next we have the "Goth" ravers. They’re quite easy to spot - they will be dressed in all black, preferably incorperating some fishnet, spikes, and buckles into their outfits. The more there are the better. They will not socialize outside of the group they came with, and they will NEVER under any circumstances dance. They’re too goth for that - dancing equates to happiness and celebration, and that’s just not cool. Ginos and Ginas (also known as "hoochies". These are those well-dressed, snooty people that really shouldn’t even be at a rave. The only reason they’re at the party is to pick up on some 15 year old e-tard. Well, maybe not, but they certainly are only at the party to get a piece of ass. They will be dressed in whatever is "trendy" and do not know how to dance. Next are junglists. Junglists are often viewed as being "agro". They listen primarily to Jungle/DnB music, and are partial to camo, hoodies, and clothing in dark colors. Popular junglist hairstyles are dreads (m+f), short hair (m+f), or short with two long bits in the front (f). Quite a few junglists are ex-candy ravers. They may also be "old-skool" or "jaded". Old-skool and jaded pretty much fall into the same category. Old-skoolers are ravers who have been in the scene since "way back in the day". No matter how good the party is, the music/DJs/parties/drugs/people/anything else about the scene was WAY better when they first started raving. A jaded raver is not nessicarily old skool, but shares the same views as the old skooler. And even still there are many ravers that do not fall into any of these categories. So...perhaps a raver is simply one who goes to parties to dance the night away, and loves the music. Interesting concept, hey? The Raver's Manifesto: Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice is technology. Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none. Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be. You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence. We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you. We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children. We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself. We are The Massive. One Massive. Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the distopian reality of a world you’ve created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in: Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony, Expression, Responsibility and Respect. Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence. But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party. You don’t have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The music will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade. The party will never end. Some of my favorite bands: Pink Floyd Grateful Dead Janis Joplin Bob Marley Sublime Green Day Metallica Beatles The Doors Marley: "He was a man with deep religious and political sentiments who rose from destitution to become one of the most influential music figures in the last twenty years." "Marley is a blur of motion, bobbing, weaving, dreadlocks flying, never seeming to quite touch the stage." "Apostle, shaman, prophet, priest, poet: call him what you will, Bob Marley lives in all of us." "A man of lively intelligence, insatiable curiosity, profuse humour, and unwavering faith and commitment, he was also endowed in great measure with the musical and performing talents to conquer the hearts of millions to whom his Rastafarian beliefs were indecipherable at best and plainly offensive at worst." "Bob Marley's music became the anthem of a displaced generation an the power behind his lyrics remains to this day. He taught the world what real reggae music was about. An island boy, born in Jamaica, in 1945, of mixed-race parents, Marley is the only reggae star to reach international status. He made his first recording at the age of 17 and at 19 began singing with The Wailers (originally called The Wailing Rudeboys). A strong Rastafarian (jailed in the States for possession of marijuana), Marley's lyrics drew hugely on his religious and political views; the lyrics of "War" on his celebrated Rastaman Vibrations' album are from a speech made by Haile Selassie. From being Jamaica's local hero, Marley suddenly found international cult status after hugely successful tours of the UK and US in 1975. His song lyrics made it difficult for him to live in a politically tense homeland beleaguered by violent unrest and in 1976 Marley was shot-the identity of the gunmen was never discovered. Marley survived, but began spending more of his time in the States, although his roots always remained in Jamaica. The man who brought reggae to the world died tragically of brain cancer on May 11, 1981, but his legend lives on in all who sing and listen to reggae today..." *~^_^~The ravers Alphabet!YES!~^_^~* A * Is FoR aCiD, uNlEsS yOu DoN'T uSe It B * Is FoR bRaCelEtS, aNd AlOt Of ThEm C * Is FoR CaNdY, tRuSt Me YoU'lL nEeD iT D * Is FoR dR. sUeSs, We ArE kAnDeE kIdS E * Is FoR eCsTaSy, No ExPlAnAtIoNs NeEdEd F * Is FoR fRiEnDs, ThEy KeEp YoU iN lInE G * Is FoR gRoOvEs, YoU'lL bE dOiNg AlOt Of ThIs H * Is FoR hUgS, sPrEaD tHe GoOd ViBeS I * Is FoR iNtElLiGeNcE, uSe YoUrS J * Is FoR jAmMiNg To ThE mUzIk K * Is FoR kIsSeS, oNcE aGaIn, SpReAd ThE gOoD vIbEs L * Is FoR lOvE, iTs AlL yOu NeEd M * Is FoR mUzIk, EnJoY iT N * Is FoR nOcTuRnAl, No SlEeP kIdDiEs O * Is FoR oBvIoUs To ThE oUtSiDe WoRlD P * Is FoR pEaCe, AnD pArT oF PLUR kIdDiEs Q Is FoR qUeSt, YoU'lL bE lOoKiNg FoR sOmEtHiNg R * Is FoR rEsPeCt, PaRt Of PLUR S Is FoR sHaRiNg, WhAtEvEr YoU mAy ShArE T * Is FoR tOgEtHeRnEsS, spReAd ThE lOvE U * Is FoR uNiTy, PaRt Of PLUR v Is FoR vIsOr, PaRt Of YoUr OutFiT W * Is FoR wAtErBoTtlE, sO yOu DoN't DeHyDrAtE X * Is FoR x-LaRgE, bIg ClOtHeS mAkE tHe KiDdIe Y * Is FoR yOu!!! YoU mAkE tHe RaVe PoSsIbLe Z * Is FoR zZzZzZzZzZzZzZ [purple] Raver Love Is... ..raver love is: ~when you compare clothes, when you trade clothes, when you try to make each other look phresher.. ~when you wake up next to him, and he’s just as dirty and tired as you are, but you have to wake him up so you can go to another party THAT night.. ..raver love is: ~kissing on the floor next to the dj, dancing together in the smoke, when he comforts you when you’re E’d out and he’s not.. ~when he could be dancing but he stays.. ..raver love is: ~when he’s all K’d out and you want to get up but you stay with him and hold on to him and find him some sugar so he feels alright.. ..raver love is: ~sharing drugs, sharing jungle mixtapes, sharing everything.. ..raver love is: ~when you see him from a block away and you know it’s him because of his pants and the way he walks, and you run all the way up to him almost tripping over your pants and collapse into his arms like you haven’t seen him in 10 years.. ..raver love is: ~him telling you he wont be at the party this saturday, you pretending to be mad and going along with it and then acting surprised when he shows up.. ~acting like you don’t care.. ~caring too much.. ..raver love is: ~not feeling the same at a party when he’s not there.. ~reaching for him in the middle of the night.. ~crying for him when you know he’s not coming back.. ..raver love is: ~the dj playing the song that reminds you of him the night he’s at the party with someone else.. ..raver love is: ~writing long letters about all the fun times you had, trying to get him back.. ~getting him back, and everything just seems alright.. ..raver love is: ~borrowing his favorite hat and never giving it back.. ~having 3 pairs of his socks on your floor.. ~smoking on the rooftop in your underwear.. ~almost falling off, and him flicking his cigarette butts at you.. ..raver love is: ~watching him sleep,and thinking he is maybe even better than DannyTheWildchild.. ~him giving you his mixtape, and you listening to it every day for 3 straight weeks.. ~telling everyone about him and making everyone you know listen to it.. ..raver love is: ~dreaming of your future, being old and just partying more and having more money and freedom.. ~dreaming of him being a famous DJ.. ..raver love is: ~arguing about party spots.. ~agreeing on good quality parties.. ~having a long discussion about the underground, him finally finishing and you saying, "exactly..".. ..raver love is: -him making fun of you.. ~you pretending to be pissed so he’ll chase after you and say he was joking, even though you already knew that he was.. ..raver love is: ~hanging out downtown detroit, losing your ride home, and him being calm and telling you you’d find them.. ..raver love is: ~him being right.. ..raver love is: ~wanting to be like him.. ~wanting to hug him all the time.. ~wishing he could be nearby forever.. ..raver love is: ~being worried bout all the cute ravers out there.. ~him telling you to chill out.. ..raver love is.. ~when you go through his record bag, sticking hello kitty stickers on the labels of his favorite records.. ~when he spends the night and you 2 run over to the park at 12:00AM to tag up the brick wall with your new spray paint.. ~your town is the kind where graffitti is unheard of, and they tear down the wall within a week.. ..raver love is: ~you liking something of his and him saying "you can have it if you want..".. ..raver love is: ~paging him to say "i love you".. ~him paging back with "1432" and you getting butterflies in your stomach.. ..raver love is: ~him saying you’re going to turn into a big tree because you smoke too much, and then him bringing over a big sack.. ..raver love is: ~laughing together, agreeing on everything.. ~being pissed together.. ..raver love is: ~you being the only one that he tells secrets to.. ~being the one he calls at 4:00 in the morning because he’s tripping and he needs to talk to someone.. ~hearing your pager and waking up.. ~being so tired but calling him anyways because you love to hear his voice.. ..raver love is: ~crying in front of him and him telling you to stop because you’ll make him cry.. ..raver love is: ~getting closer, growing apart, and getting closer again in a span of 24 hours.. ..raver love is: ~being sad together.. ~being sad by yourself.. ~missing him.. Meaning of PLUR P.l.U.R The four"pillars"Of the "house" or "raves" Community are PEACE LOVE UNITY and RESPECT. it was only peace love and unity till a sans fransisco rave that brought around the respect, after all it came to me you cant have peace love unity without respect. And more importantly no individual is responsable for finding and maintaning peace love unity and respect. it isnt just handed to you, it is just handed to you cause you appered at a rave or take some acid or "e". you have to find and generate it for yourself and then give it away to anyone with a "jump start" them into generating it. The "giving away" of it is the part in the mind that makes up the "VIBE". PEACE- Peace is what you use to chill out when the sound system blows and the music stops for ten minuts. it's what you use when some idiot keeps bumping into you while your dancing. It's sorta like serenity and being calm. stuff happens and you deal with it. Love- Love is an uncoditional appreciation of something or someone. It combines with love that allows you to think things like "Frankie Bones isnt a bad guy, in spit of his flapping mouth." The peace gives you the chill factor so you can get to uncoditional love. UNITY- once you have peace and love, unity followes in that you can appreciate other people or other things, and this appreciation allows you to work together with them. a sence of something bigger than just yourself and your own pleasure is part of unity. unity help's me do things like throw good parties for the ne-raves list. even though there are people on the list who might come to these parties who i'd rather have nothing to do with, it is in the spirit of the greater unity that i chill with these fellings(peace agian) and welcome everyone into my home so they be together and have FUN. Respect- This, to me, is often missing in our scene. peole get to much into flammage. people are mmore worried about being DSIrespected by others, rather than concentrating and generating and giving respect. This is the most difficult one for me to explain. cause i have had the least amount of time to think about it. respect incluudes thing like NOT graffiting on walls at raves, picking up your trash, and giving whatever you can as a donation when the hat is passed at a free event. it also includes seperating yourself from that from what you dont like, while allowing it to continue unintterrupted because people other than yourselfare getting enjoyment from it. What Is A Rave? Well, if your here, your probably asking yourself what the heck is a RAVE? Well, let me see if I can explain it do you. A Rave is a party, the perfect party. It's a venue for all of us techno freaks to be able to have live shows. Yes, drugs are a part of Raves, and probably always will be, unfortunately. But.... Not all Ravers are Drug Addicts, and take Ecstasy like most people think. There is a good side to everything, what you see on the infomercials about raves are the Drugs, and Crazy Behavior, and the Overt Sex. Well, that's not at all what it's about. What they cut out of their "Truthful" Infomercials is the Love that goes around, the Unity. The Music, the Dancing, the PLUR!! These alone are things why I will never stop raving completely, no matter what. A Rave is our way to get LIVE Music from our favorite DJ's, because before the Rave scene came around, all we had was our CD's and the few amateur DJ's around town. No one did tours, and we had a craving for Live Music that wasn't being fed. So, someone decided to host a very big party. He invited everyone in town, and brought in the Best DJ's around at that time. He called this a Rave...and this is where it came from. Then, next, came the extreme versions of dancing. Break Dancing came into play, then Pop and Lock, as these are two very popular styles of dancing. Sooner or Later, Liquid came into play, probably because of the girls that couldn't Pop and Lock or Break, so they invented a new style that mainly resorted to Spinning around, and moving your arms and legs in smooth movements to resemble Figure 8's, Boxes, or Waves A.K.A. Liquid. Now, you may think big deal? Well, you try doing it, it's harder than it looks and takes a lot of practice to master. The point in liquid is mainly how it looks in the dark with glow sticks on your hands, feet, or both! Well, next came Poi, or Stringing, which is a lot like Fire Swinging except without Fire. We use glow sticks instead of Fire because the dance floor is so crowded, fire would definitely cause a problem, unless we were on the stage or had a big dancing spot. Well, this looks even more trippier in the dark, but it hurts when you hit yourself >.< and takes a lot more practice to master. I've been doing it for as long as I can remember, and I know I still have work to do. Well, there are the styles of dancing, and now it's time for what actually goes on at a Rave. Everyone there usually follows PLUR, which is our Raver code. It's what keeps the atmosphere so friendly and so loving. If you bump into someone at a Rave, your most likely to get an 'Oh I'm Sorry, it won't happen again' and maybe a hug as compared to a 'Watch where your going Asshole!!' Group hugs happen very often, and usually people will just start talking to you for no reason what so ever. It's one of those places where you can just be yourself, so long as your aren't overly evil or demonic in any way. Well, I think I basically covered it. What It's All About... Raving is about a random nameless kid on the street glancing at my bracelets, smiling bright, and passing me this beautiful bright-colored flyer without a word, and disappearing into the crowd again. Raving is about spending hours gazing at this psychadelic flyer and memorizing the dj list and trying to convince all my friends that they've just GOT to come to this phat party i'm so psyched about. Raving is about the day of the party being finally here and dancing through the whole morning on this happy cloud of anticipation and driving my friends and loved ones insane with my irrepressible cheer. Raving is about spending three hours before the party donning party gear and applying the necessary pounds of glitter, fairy wings, glowing star stickers to the toes of my boots, brand new ready-to-give-away candy on my wrists, and plastic rhinestones from the fabric store stuck onto my cheeks and brow with nail glue that clearly reads on the label "AVOID CONTACT WITH SKIN". Raving is about the long drive there in a teeny car packed way over capacity with partykids all as psyched and joyous as I am, our elbows jostling, the techno music thumping, the laughter warming the car when the broken heater can't, and the absolutely ridiculous assembly-line procedure of delicately passing a cigerette from one end of the cramped car to the other so it can get ashed out the only not-frozen-shut window. Raving is about the parking lot outside, with kids Hocking their various chemical wares with little subtlely, where I stand admiring the packs of party kids as they migrate towards the venue, grinning and shouting out to familiar faces...and past the sea of parked cars I hear tendrils of very faint music thumping over the horizon and it weaves into my brain this tapestry of anticipation until i'm bouncing in circles around the car waiting for everybody else to get their shit together already so WE CAN GET TO THE PARY!! Raving is about the immediate five people ahead and behind you in the long ass line to get in, as together you shiver, swap introductions, bracelets, and small talk, holler futilely at cutters, and later contemplate how amazing it is you have these new friendship and owe it all to proximity and circumstance. Raving is about the suspense as the security pats you down and comes soooo close to yer stash but then her hands move away and you get this tinglehappythrill they boredly wave you through and you dance past her into the crowd. Raving is about..you're in. O god. Awe. Raving is about overcoming those initial standstill moments of drinking it all in, letting the pulse of music and the vibe wash over silly dumbstruck you... and then slowly it pulls at you until you find yourself one with the crow, dancing wild and drunk on bliss. Raving is about here, you are so cool, have a bracelet! Your visor is so nekkid, have a star! You lost your binky? Have a blowpop! This is your first rave? Have a bracelet and a huge hug and a fabulous time!! Raving is about where are they selling the glowsticks?! Raving is about ohh you are so cool, I love you to death, lets trade numbers and email address so we can keep in touch...oh shit I don't have a pen!!(And then like six people standing nearby dig out pens for you). Raving is about the music Raving is about the girl lost in the music and dancing like she's the only one in the room, or she's One with the room as a whole, or somewhere inbetween. It's about the boy who's hypnotized a whole circle of onlookers with his insane beautiful liquids and is so entranced himself that he hasn't even noticed his audience. It's about the DJ who's world has become his little place behind the scene where he's spinning out rhythms and the turntables have become an extension of his soul, his greatest love, his sense of purpose. Raving is about hitting that first stage of exhaustion after hours of hard dancing and surging adreneline, and stumbling to the chill out room and finding a little niche to sprawl out with someone you love and rub each other's shoulders and let empathy and love for him or fill your heart to bursting. Raving is about getting your second wind and tugging the person up again to rush back out and join the crowd. Raving is about helping out the kid who's sick in the bathroom, finding them some sugar to help them come down a bit, tying back loose hair and fanning them with a flyer, telling them they'll be fine. Raving is about seeing that kid, hours later all recovered and happy and flashing you a secret smile of thanks as you pass by. Raving is about the flash of regret as you realize the crowd has thinned and you've nearly pushed yourself to your physcial limitations and that outside the sun is probably lighting up the eastern horizon Raving is about sleeping peacefully on the ride home, cheek to the shoulder of a loved one. Raving is about that next day of recovery, achey and zombie-brained and full of crazy bright memories. Raving is about doing it all over again next weekend. I am the girl who will put her head on your shoulder, not because she’s sleepy, but because she wants to be closer to you I’m the girl who likes to be kissed under the stars, more then inside your bedroom or in an expensive resturant.... I’m the girl who loves to end a hug with a kiss... I’m the girl who you can talk to about anything... I’m the girl who laughs at your jokes.... I’m the girl who will have many inside jokes with you and remember each one.... I’m the girl who will brag about you to all of my friends... I’m the girl who will listen to you talk... I’m the girl who’s heart jumps when your ringtone on my phone comes on... I’m the girl who really does want to be friends after a break up... I’m the girl who won’t kick you in the balls for fun, I know it hurts I’m the girl who loves when you hug me for no apparent reason... Dancing with my eyes closed, my heart opens, & letting go of myself my spirit starts whirling With a hundred spirits, my brothers and sisters, I am lost in the music and don't want to be found, Dancing with my eyes closed, my soul soars And dances in heaven with the angels around me, It's peace to a drum beat, bliss in the music... [purple]The wonderful thing about an evening of dancing is that we can experience hundreds of moments of freshness, one after another, all night long. This open heartedness is "the vibe" that we all share and love. Those moments when we are dancing at our most ecstatic and spontaneous best are moments without ego. These are moments of experiencing basic goodness. This is what we are cultivating while dancing.
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