A Different Kind of History
At a recent film festival, I watched À Nos Jardins, a short film by Samuel Dijoux exploring gay cruising in Paris' Jardin des Tuileries. Yes, the former royal gardens right in front of the Louvre. On that same hallowed ground where kings once walked and tourists now take selfies, men gather in the bushes there also. They are searching for sex, intimacy, and something harder to name: belonging.
The Gardens and the Closet
The Tuileries has been a cruising spot for centuries — even before the French Revolution. At times criminalised, at times tolerated, the space has carried a cultural memory of men gathering in the dark to explore their desires, often long before they had the words or safety to do it anywhere else.
The film's director shared how important that space was for his self-discovery. The Tuilleries offered for him a rare moment of authenticity when he could simply be in his body, with another body, without explanation – in a time of his life when he was still finding the words to describe who he was.
Risk and Safety
Underscoring the narrative of À Nos Jardins is a paradoxical reality of cruising. On one hand, it's a practice that is hidden, secretive, stigmatised. On the other hand, it's a means of profound honesty, freedom and acceptance. The anonymity strips away layers of performance to something deeper – "an animal reality" as the director described it during the post-viewing question and answer session.
There's a kind of freedom in being unknown. Although of course, what happens between the men in the Tuileries is known between the men, something the author poignantly illustrates in describing how when leaving the Tuileries he would always wonder if he would encounter any of these men again.
Cruising comes with real danger of many forms — from the police, from others in the space or simply from the complicated feelings that arise from doing it. And yet for many, the risk is precisely what makes it feel real.
The film reminded me that safety isn't just the absence of danger. It's also the presence of understanding. Of shared codes. Of knowing that you're not alone. It's the safety of this unspoken understanding that makes the Tuileries a safe space for the men who cruise there.