Archive for September, 2009

Out and about

September 22, 2009 4 comments

At roughly this time tomorrow, I will be pretty much occupied until sometime Monday morning.  This upcoming week promises to be full of new experiences!  I will be staying at T’s place, in service to a friend, and I have no idea what to expect.  Well, that’s not entirely true, but suffice to say, I’m just a little nervous about how things will play out, and more nervous than anything else about screwing something up.

In any case, I will be serving said friend for the duration of the week, including attending Folsom Fringe with him, going to a lecture on Leather history at the Citadel, and just generally (I assume) staying at his side and being attentive.  Outside of that, I will very much be learning my role as things progress.

I probably will not be around much online as a consequence, though I think that’ll be good for me anyway.  I spend too much damned time online!  I’ve also finally gotten employed (!) and am so excited to start (yay income!).  I will be working at Wicked Grounds, starting with coffee training tomorrow morning and then beginning shifts sometime next week.

So, in short: Wednesday evening I get whisked away; Thursday I’ll be at the Citadel for the Leather history lecture; Friday and Saturday will be taken up with Folsom Fringe happenings; and then the iconic Folsom Street Fair on Sunday!

Ready, set…

Categories: firsts, sundry

HNT: sort of

September 18, 2009 2 comments


Yeah, it’s not a photo of me, and she’s all-nekkid, and it’s no longer Thursday.  But it’s all I got this week!  Drawn in pencil, inked, and hand-colored.

Categories: art

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Categories: submission, writing

HNT: Blast from the past

September 10, 2009 9 comments


This is a photo from a shoot done…wow, 3 years ago now?  Hard to believe that much time has passed.  I find this to be a very eerie photo in many ways.  If I’d had this photo as a hard copy on the playa, I would have attached it to the Temple at Burning Man to be burned.

Categories: memories, photos

Burning Man 2009: Evolution

September 8, 2009 2 comments

After I left Black Rock City and the playa of Nevada, I had a hard time processing everything at once.  Dov urged me to just write, stream-of-consciousness style, and just see what happens.  So I got out my sketchbook, drew a bit, and then started to write.  This is as far as I got before sleep overtook me last night.

And, unfortunately, the camera I took to Burning Man is currently MIA, and it would be so much easier to express this with accompanying photos.  I took the liberty of browsing through the Burning Man Flickr account to link to some of the gorgeous, breathtaking photos that have already appeared there.  So, no, none of these linked photos are mine.  Take a look through the galleries, though – because none of this writing even begins to break through to what I experienced on the playa.

What is this place?

Everything and everyone seems wilder, crazier, and kinder here.  It is a Carnival, lit up in LEDs and fire, where alcohol and stories flow freely and endlessly.

The Temple Burn.  Imagine over 40,000 people, waiting in absolute, reverent silence, all facing a beautiful, lotus-shaped, inscribed, burning Temple.  Gasp and cheers accompany each falling petal.  As the last wooden supports begin to topple, one shrill, animal scream pierces the air, somewhere in front of me.  One man has made that noise.

The whirling, dancing flames release a collective catharsis.  Like a rolling wave, shouts and howls and screams rise up from the circled mass of people; a crescendo of raw emotion.   All around me are people hugging, people crying, people laughing.  The agony is intense and sharp.

That is what I remember feeling most strongly: Agony.

I still can’t believe the time, effort, and money put into creating mutant vehicles and art cars.  I still can’t believe that 50,000 people materialized onto a high elevation, desolate, dry lakebed.  Half the time, I felt like I was on a movie set for a sci-fi, post-apocalyptic film.  There was so much leather and metal.  Piercings and tattoos.  Sculpted idols and personal gods.

The city is most alive at night.  Lights shine from domes, tents, decorated vehicles, and people.  The atmosphere is festive and wild.  There are blue mohawks, cowboy hats, wrist cuffs.  Sometimes on one person.  There are LED fairies, unicorns, grotesque steampunk-esque creatures that paced the playa on stilted limbs.  There are Victorians, nudists, fetishists, pixies and elves, drag queens, gypsies, hippies, ravers, rennies, pirates, vampires, and everything in between.

I have never seen so many intensely beautiful people.

What is this place?

I spent the afternoon – one afternoon in a place where time ceases to function normally – tying people up in the Lamplighter lounge and watching others get tied up in my rope.  Others watched on, or complimented a tie.  I got to teach a few, encouraging those who came up to me, expressing their interest and enthusiasm.  I have never felt so relaxed and comfortable in my own skin.

Order doesn’t matter.  It seems chaotic, but somehow, things don’t all break and fall apart.  A community is formed.  Many smaller ones, as well as the greater playa community.  It is both spoken and unspoken law: “We are here, together, in this harsh, inhospitable, unforgiving place.  We look out for each other.”