Burning Man Mysteries

white witch michelleThings which still elude me at Burning Man

  1. How to keep my cuticles properly hydrated at Burning Man. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them any worse than post TTITD.
  2. How to comb long hair at Burning Man. I swear it was impossible to brush my hair. I finally gave up and just let my hair become one big dread lock.
  3. Cameras at Burning Man. How to keep them functioning. Mine froze up after I left it out in a dust storm (I know, I know). I know better now. The things you don’t think of until it’s too late.
  4. How to use a fucking ratchet strap. Am I the only person on the planet that can’t figure it out? Yes, I think I am.
  5. Costumes or outfits? Which is more P.C.? I like to call them costumes but that implies it’s a layer of clothing I put on to achieve an effect instead of a removal of outer barriers to who I really am.
  6. Nudity on the playa. Sure, the hot 20 somethings go naked on the playa but does anyone want to see my 40 year old mom bod? For that matter, do I want to put it on display? Lord knows I love naked retreats but not when I have to stand next to naked American Pie bodies. [P.S. I did go naked at the Human Carcass Wash and the Sauna Dome last year.]
  7. Will it make a difference to my burn now that I know more people in the Burning Man community – more people in Silicon Village and other Bay Area camps?
  8. If there is no shower set up for our camp, can I bring water to friend’s RVs and take a shower, with their permission?
  9. Two years ago, it was rain, last year it was bugs and bats, what “catastrophes” will befall Burning Man 2016? There always seems to be hurdles. But if it was easy then everyone would do it.
  10. Will this year truly be any better than last year? I hope so, but there’s no way to be sure. Maybe I’ll feel as alone as I did in 2015. And that would be a shame.

One sensual day, reposted

I spent one glorious afternoon and evening with Austin last week.

I want to blog about it so that I can record every last detail.  And I don’t want to blog it so that it will only live on privately in the memories of Austin and myself. So I will blog a little, but let the details remain in my and Austin’s memories.

We had drinks at a local watering hole and shared some fish tacos.  It was a hot day and I was feeling dehydrated and a little headachy.  I needed to hydrate and relax.  So we retired to Austin’s place.

It was cool and relaxing at Austin’s place.  I found myself lounging on his couch, chatting with him.  He asked it I thought he was leading me on.  I told him I just like to think of us as friends.  That I let go of my expectations with him.

He liked that answer and reminded me that we’re “friends” who have a pretty significant physical attraction.

Then he got up to shower.  When he came out in nothing but a towel, I almost died right there.

He looked so good.  So delicious.  I’m surprised I didn’t get off the couch, crawl across the floor, and beg him to give me the towel.

But I didn’t have to beg.  Because Austin was in a teasing mood.

What he did to me, I can tell you, nearly broke me.  But I’m invested in Austin’s vow of celibacy too.  So I restrained myself.

We migrated to Austin’s bedroom.  My dress first came halfway off, then all the way off as Austin gave me the most stimulating massage I’ve ever had.

It was hard to breathe and the feeling was amazing.

Austin kept asking me to do things and my head said, “You should ALWAYS say yes to Austin.”

So I did.  I said yes to everything he asked.

Yes, do that.  Yes, please.  Yes. Yes. Yes.

And what a ride he took me on.  I was amazed.  Stunned.  Enthralled.

The beauty of it was that it all felt very seamless.  Like drifting from one activity to another in a light haze of desire and sensuality.

I had an outstanding time with Austin.  Literally not a single thing I would change about the day except to say to Austin that he made my day, my week, and quite possibly my month and I am forever grateful for his company and friendship.

There’s no such thing as sex on the playa*

There is no sex on the playa*

Obviously, I’m kidding. But according to my friend Richard, the heat and dust aren’t very conducive to putting people in the mood.

Of course Richard and I both know that some people are ALWAYS in the mood.

So there’s sex on the playa for sure.

Maybe it’s “I-haven’t-showered-in-four-days” sex – where you do enough to get the job done but there’s no bells and whistles.

No matter, anyway. The slightest motion in my tent trailer sends it rocking and swaying and moving to the groove…

Richard also told me about a little place called the Human Carcass Wash (next to the Testicular Torture camp), which as far as I can tell is some sort of assembly line body wash with a group of poly people holding squirt bottles. Excellent idea in the desert, if you ask me. I’ll be begging for a body wash, or squirt, after 3 days, maybe sooner depending on how sticky the dust is.

And you know I love showering when I’m not alone.

It won’t be the cascade waterfall shower in my sister’s house in Reno, but I’ll save that as my special treat post-Burning Man.

I’m wondering what my 24 inch long blond hair will look like after a week in Black Rock City. Maybe I’ll have dreads when all is said and done.

Honestly, I’m trying to figure out a way to wash my own hair just once while I’m at Burning Man. My tent trailer holds at least 20 gallons of water so surely I can use a gallon or two on my hair (and then evaporate the grey water).

Of course, all this hinges on me being able to actually DRIVE my tent trailer onto the playa. Since I don’t have a vehicle pass yet, the details are SKETCHY.

So there you have it…. Unlikely to have sex but likely to take a group shower at the Human Carcass Wash.

That’s me.

 

*Kidding!

But Where Do I Put My Hands?

I’m suffering a little in the awkwardness department with Austin.

You see, I’m invested in his vow of celibacy.  So I want to respect his choices and boundaries, even when I’m not sure where the boundaries are.

The best way I can think of showing respect is to not be provocative in any way.

Which isn’t easy when you’re dying to get to third base, hang out there for a while, then make it all the way to home. Score!

So I squash my desire to kiss him.  My kisses are very provocative.  Definitely a no-no.  Although sometimes I can’t control myself.

And I sit on my hands instead of letting them wander to places they really want to go.

In a way, I feel like an awkward fraud, suppressing my deepest, strongest desires for Austin.

So I have a question of my blogging audience…

When Austin steps out of the shower, all dewy and clean, with a towel slung so low around his hips I can see that area where abdomen stops being abdomen and starts being something else…

Where the fuck am I supposed to put my hands?????

One sensual day

I spent one glorious afternoon and evening with Austin last week.

I want to blog about it so that I can record every last detail.  And I don’t want to blog it so that it will only live on privately in the memories of Austin and myself. So I will blog a little, but let the details remain in my and Austin’s memories.

We had drinks at a local watering hole and shared some fish tacos.  It was a hot day and I was feeling dehydrated and a little headachy.  I needed to hydrate and relax.  So we retired to Austin’s place.

It was cool and relaxing at Austin’s place.  I found myself lounging on his couch, chatting with him.  He asked it I thought he was leading me on.  I told him I just like to think of us as friends.  That I let go of my expectations with him.

He liked that answer and reminded me that we’re “friends” who have a pretty significant physical attraction.

Then he got up to shower.  When he came out in nothing but a towel, I almost died right there.

He looked so good.  So delicious.  I’m surprised I didn’t get off the couch, crawl across the floor, and beg him to give me the towel.

But I didn’t have to beg.  Because Austin was in a teasing mood.

What he did to me, I can tell you, nearly broke me.  But I’m invested in Austin’s vow of celibacy too.  So I restrained myself.

We migrated to Austin’s bedroom.  My dress first came halfway off, then all the way off as Austin gave me the most stimulating massage I’ve ever had.

It was hard to breathe and the feeling was amazing.

Austin kept asking me to do things and my head said, “You should ALWAYS say yes to Austin.”

So I did.  I said yes to everything he asked.

Yes, do that.  Yes, please.  Yes. Yes. Yes.

And what a ride he took me on.  I was amazed.  Stunned.  Enthralled.

The beauty of it was that it all felt very seamless.  Like drifting from one activity to another in a light haze of desire and sensuality.

I had an outstanding time with Austin.  Literally not a single thing I would change about the day except to say to Austin that he made my day, my week, and quite possibly my month and I am forever grateful for his company and friendship.