This would be Burn Week at Burning Man in the Black Rock Desert of Nevada and so I’m celebrating by being as authentic as possible.
Yesterday, I wore a tutu for most of the day.
For Tutu Tuesday, of course.
Tomorrow, I’m wearing a halo for no other reason than I have a halo and I sort of want to look angelic.
This weekend I will be camping at a campground with some burner friends.
I expect it’s going to be a ton of fun as we try to cram all our joy and enthusiasm for Burning Man into a long weekend.
I am bringing four outfits – my witchy woman, smokeshow, white witch and angel costumes.
Two outfits are black, two outfits are white.
In CLASSIC fuck-your-burn fashion my period has decided to rear its ugly head just in time for my micro burn.
I can’t tell you how irritated I am to be heading out to a weekend’s worth of camping with Aunt Flo in tow.
But in TRUE radical-self-reliance fashion, I’m taking a note from a swinger friend’s handbook and fast-forwarding the shit out of my period.
I’m through with this.