To find yourself dancing at the end of MacMillan Wharf in Provincetown on the Fourth of July as you stare across the harbor to the jetty leading to land’s end, the very tip, the endpoint, of Mainland, USA, you might consider how it was that nearly four hundred years ago the Pilgrims came ashore in the West End to build a self-governing community. A tribe of their own, so to speak—not unlike the circuit tribe that was doing their own version of a Native American dance. It was one of those glorious Cape Cod days where the sails of the boats shimmered in the sun and the stars and stripes and banners at the entrance to David Flower’s Summer Camp Pier Dance whipped in the breeze as the boys moseyed over from Commercial Street and onto MacMillan Wharf for DJ Randy Bettis’ perfect summer day set.

This was a gathering of the circuit family faithful, boyz sailing in from Boston, New York, LA, Lauderdale, and South Beach. Chyna was there with entourage, serving up the requisite circuit glamour, bringing it to the Pier: that self-possession as she made her way through the crowd. And Chris and Eddie and Jojo—with parasol. And the Rapunzel Twins in matching gold lame bikinis with killer stilettos. And the NOIZE boyz in their NOIZE tees. And a beaming Susan Morabito. And Mr. Sunshine, a radiant Randy Bettis whose set was a combination of summer anthems, punctuated with booty grinding beats. Bettis doused the boyz with summer pleasers like “I Wanna Be With U,” “I Just Wanna Fucking Dance,” “Breathe,” and “When Love Takes Over,” filling the floor with hands-in-the-air happy boyz, and lip-locked boyz in long summer kisses still to be remembered during winter’s chill.

The sun shone bright—but there was plenty of sunscreen (and condoms)—as well as the MedEvent boyz, the circuit’s Good Samaritans. And all of David Flower’s staff wore nametags, one of those personable touches that makes everyone seem more connected: a part of the family. For P’town is a small town, as well as friendly and fun. Don’t ask P’town to be what it is not—for what it is is enough: it’s John Waters riding down Commercial Street on a bicycle, and the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence on bikes, and Susan Morabito as a local, and Marc Jacobs getting married, and gay boyz holding hands alongside families with strollers, and drag queens sharing the sidewalk with local teens. And with the stars and stripes and banners waving in the breeze, it was lovely to think that this little spit of land with its all-inclusive spirit is a part of the USA. Small wonder then that the boyz were dancing with carefree abandon, in celebration of the Fourth—and the circuit.