I am not a narc. Yes, yes, the tribe was accepting me. I was free to move about and observe their behavior in their natural environment, unencumbered by their inhibitions or fears. The style of music was slightly different, but the rave kids were all the same. Averaging about 18 years old, they decked themselves out in their mall-bought most outrageous.
Hair is worn in pigtails or shorn and dyed.
As for boys, some embrace their feminine side with swishy pink or mirrored-ball shirts. The concert mosh pit has been replaced by a breakdancing circle on the outskirts of the party. The environment is supposed to be one of open acceptance. As long as you bought your clothes at the same store everyone else did. And you'd better not be wearing blue jeans.