
This is me at 5 months pregnant and NOT at the festival I'd been looking forward to all year.
My identity as an electronic music fan (yes, ok fine: raver) dates back to 1996. I edited a rave magazine called Lotus through the late '90s, met my husband at a new years rave, and even though I stopped going to warehouse parties in 2000 or so, I've continued to attend loud outdoor festivals every summer in the decade since. These festivals included Burning Man 1999 – 2003, and then an awesome Canadian dance music festival called Shambhala for the last 4 years. Andreas and I go with a big crew of other aging dancers ranging from late 20s to early 40s, and have had wonderful times.
This year was different.
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