One of the great things about being located at 6:30 and E-G at Burning Man this year, besides the WONDERFUL central location, is that we happened to be across the street from Barbie Death Camp (and just a stone’s throw away from the kink factory known as Retrofrolic).
I had a FANTASTIC time at Barbie Death Camp.
I went there one day because I heard that they were giving out free massages – regular or “erotic.” They also had FOUR HANDED MASSAGES!
Now I know you all are hoping that I went for the erotic massage but those were really intended for couples – so that one partner could be instructed on how to stroke the other partner in a sexy fashion.
I got in line to get a regular massage.
While I was waiting I was urged to partake in a vinegar foot bath (to combat the alkalinity of the playa with the acidity of vinegar).
However, the foot baths looked rather dusty and unappealing and the last thing I wanted to do was soak my feet in them.
This is Burning Man, folks.
What followed was the best, most relaxing massage I’ve ever had.
Usually, I have a hard time relaxing when a stranger is touching me.
Maybe it was because I was on vacation at Burning Man. Maybe it’s because my therapist had great energy. Maybe it’s because it was noon and I already had two gin and tonics in me.
But I turned into a pile of goo right there on that massage table.
I’m fairly certain that she used coconut oil on me because I smelled like a tasty toasted coconut after my massage and my skin was beautifully hydrated and soft.
This is Burning Man, to me. A lovely afternoon getting a massage while slightly tipsy by a topless therapist who chats you up the whole time.
This would never happen in the Default World.