Bad Ass

My parents, and in particular my father, don’t fully approve of my involvement with Burning Man.

Over a shared meal, my father called it a “cult.”

And he’s said REPEATEDLY that he can’t wait until this “phase” of my life is over.

Oh really?

You object to me finding something fulfilling in my life that adds value and provides learning, leadership and growth opportunities?

How interesting!

I’m a kinder person because of Burning Man.

I’m more responsible with resources.

I’ve learned to appreciate diversity and embrace people from all backgrounds.

Burning Man has helped me along the path of consciousness as I develop into a fully actualized human being.

You can make jokes about the Orgy Dome, Slutgarden, and Pussy Portrait Studio.

You can call it a “playground for adults.”

But it’s also a global movement to be kinder and gentler to your neighbors.

It’s the expression of difficult and challenging concepts through art and music and community.

And it’s all-inclusive.

Nowhere do I feel more accepted and more seen than on the playa.

I have words for my critical father who is judging the way I live my life by the standards of his 90-year old values:

It’s not a phase

You just raised a bad ass.