SoulFire 2016: The Heatstroke Chronicles

white witch michelleMaybe it was just me.

Maybe everyone else did just fine.

But I managed to get myself good and overheated as well as dehydrated at SoulFire TWO DAYS IN A ROW!

Tejas and I arrived on Friday at 10 am and set up camp in the heat. Once camp was set up we drank rum and cokes until I started to worry that I wasn’t getting enough liquid so I drank 3 diet cokes.

Just a word of advice: Diet Coke DOES NOT PREVENT DEHYDRATION.

No it does not.

Because at about 9 pm after battling a dehydration headache for about two hours, I gave up and went to bed with 3 Tylenol RIGHT WHEN THINGS WERE GETTING GOOD!

I laid there, freezing cold, wanting a bed partner to snuggle with while I recovered.

But no, there were no bed partners to be found.

I laid in bed until about 1 am, then got up to party only to find that the party was winding down.

So back to bed.

Try again another day.

Cue Saturday.

I’m drinking TONS of coconut water to keep me hydrated and yet with the 95 degree heat I still manage to overheat.

Dante took me to the Restaurant to sit in air conditioning and cool down.

I was dizzy walking up the hill to the Restaurant (even though I was wearing nothing but pink ruffled panties and a crochet bikini fringe top).

There was an art exhibit going on in the Restaurant and I found that if I positioned myself just right I could stare at a picture of a dolphin while the vent blew cold air up my butt.

It was amazing!

So, lessons learned:

Diet Coke is not the same as water

Coconut juice will not prevent overheating

Do what you need to take care of yourself

However, if you fuck up (like me) then friends are so helpful when you’re not feeling well.

Love to Tejas for giving me Tylenol and love to Dante for cooling me down.

michelle and tejas

Reliving the good and the bad

Just the other day I was chatting with Yvonne over dinner and the topic of Lupin Lodge came up in comparison to Harbin Hot Springs.  In my experience, Harbin is a bit more comfortable a space to walk around naked in than Lupin Lodge on account of the guys chasing tail at Lupin.

I had to go back and read Yvonne some of my posts from my first trip to SoulFire (which are now private on account of them mentioning He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Mentioned.

So I’m posting some of what I wrote below:

 

What could I possibly write to capture the bright lights, holographic, mystical fun that was SoulFire?

It was, in all honesty, the best party I’ve ever been to with 350 of my closest and dearest friends.  You instantly felt at home.

It was also an ego fest for me.

Two younger men, Father Figure and Mr. Security, were chasing my tail. Father Figure did it much better than Mr. Security, who felt compelled to adjust my top without my permission whenever he felt like it.

I was camping with Tejas in his RV.

motorbeastIt was hard, hot work setting up camp, which is great when you’re having sex but sucks when you’re organizing an RV.

We set up on Friday afternoon and got down to the business of having fun with other guests.

I wore my Orgasm Donor t-shirt.

orgasm donorWe went to our local pub – the Dusty Bumm. The Dusty Bumm has a ceiling canopy made entirely of women’s thongs. I have a black vinyl one I want to donate to the cause.

At the Dusty Bumm, they’d make you whatever drink they could for you and then you’d stand around and enjoy it with new friends.

Everyone was friendly at SoulFire. Everyone hugged hello and goodbye.

Everyone kissed.

It was heaven.

Tejas and I ventured to the pool and hot tub and had some fun soaking while he talked to people about OMing.

I left (naked) with Mr. Security, who showed me his hut in the mountains and shared a “cigarette” with me.

The rest of the evening is mostly a blur of walking around naked, finding my clothes, going back to my RV. Trying to find Tejas. Mr. Security cooking dinner for me because I was too drunk to do it myself.

After eating dinner, Mr. Security and I decided to wander around. We made our way to the Dusty Bumm. I was wearing nothing but a tank top and red underwear at this point. Someone came up to me and told me I needed to help Tejas, that he was really drunk.

I found Tejas sitting on a bench across from the Dusty Bumm, happy as a clam and ready to go to bed.

With the help of a Ranger, we managed to walk him to the RV where I got him ready for bed, before he crashed.

It’s wasn’t a super late night, but it wasn’t an early one either.

So to recap:

  • Michelle was so drunk a guy had to cook her dinner
  • Tejas got so drunk he had to go to bed early
  • Michelle lost her clothes, then found them hours later
  • Michelle walked around naked for a while
  • Tejas had a great time having women sit on his lap at the Dusty Bumm

A GREAT time was had by all and my only regret is that I can’t remember more of the evening. But hopefully that’ll return to me in time. Until then, party on, right!

 

UPDATE:  I NEVER recovered any more memories of that night.  WHAT was in that cigarette?

Double ugh!!

I didn’t do a ton of activities at SoulFire on account of I spent a lot of my time battling dehydration and heat exhaustion.

I soaked in the pool.

I visited a Nibbles and Nipples party.

And I strolled around the grounds and scoped out some fun.

But mostly I hung out with friends and talked.

One thing I did do was take my Vitruvian Man/Woman photos.

Today they were emailed to me and I must say, I WAS TOTALLY UNPREPARED TO SEE MYSELF THIS WAY.

0057v-PUB 0057w-PUB

 

Ugh and double ugh.

Although I love the style, can I tell you how much I HATE MYSELF IN THESE PHOTOS?

I don’t think I need to explain why.

A picture is worth 1,000 words.

Suffice to say that I should NOT have been walking around SoulFire in THAT outfit.

I had no idea I looked THAT bad.

‘Nuf said.

SoulFire: The Shirtcocking Chronicles

Do you know what shirtcocking is?

It’s when a man walks around naked wearing nothing but a shirt (often an unbuttoned short sleeve shirt) with his peen hanging out underneath.

Shirt + cock = shirtcocking

Shirtcocking is tolerated with amusement at Burning Man and regionals.

It is thought that shirtcocking originates when a man wants to walk around naked (a perfectly acceptable past time at a naturist retreat) but he’s worried about burning his chest, back, and shoulders, so he puts on a shirt.

There was A LOT of shirtcocking at Lupin this past weekend.

Maybe because of the 95 degree heat.

The only thing to do was get naked and jump in the pool to cool off.

I went to the pool and saw a lot of peen this past weekend.

It seems like there’s always at least twice as many men as women at the pool.

But hanging out at the pool was great.

I love seeing body diversity – tall, round, short, squat, slim, and everything in between.

Of course as my friend The Blonde Goddess put it, “There’s nothing like being at a nude resort to make you feel fat.”

I had my issues, but I fought them and in the end had a wonderful time.

I’ve drunk my fill of naked men and women.

And those shirtcockers?

Well, I just let them shirtcock.

And giggled on the inside.

Here’s my picture of all the cocks that were shirtcocking:

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Juggling

white witch michelleSo.

SoulFire is almost upon us and I’m a little nervous about my single status.

Two men I am dating will be there and I have no idea how to handle that situation.

Save Friday night for lover #1 and Saturday night for date #2?

To make matters worse, I am sharing a tent (not a bed) with Tejas so I will technically be “sleeping” with him both nights as well.

Awkward!

And THEN there’s Father Figure, who will be at SoulFire because he lives there. And we’ve “hung out” together in the past.

Oh what to do, what to do?

Tejas suggested I invited a fourth friend of mine who I’m flirting with who he thinks would enjoy the SoulFire community.

But I simply can’t manage juggling 4 or 5 men in one weekend.

I know what the answer is. . .

Just be by myself this weekend and do not entertain ANYONE.

But you know, you put a little liquor in me and I get AWFULLY flirty.

I think I will have to take the honest approach and let each guy in on the situation.

They’re open minded men. They won’t mind.

At least I don’t think they will.

Cross your fingers and wish me luck, though.

It could be a hairy weekend!

SoulFire is coming up!

white witch michelleI will be camped out in my tent, Pete, with Tejas.

He didn’t want to bring the RV this time so we’re tenting it.

I’ve got all sorts of costumes to wear:

My rainbow jumpsuit

My see-through kaftan

My white wizard outfit

My light up tutu

I’m totally excited to see what SoulFire brings to me and what I bring to it.

I’ve got gifts to give away – light up rings, SPF30 organic chapstick, AND LED HEART PINS!

Woot!

Last Soulfire I went to I wrote about some friends and got TOTALLY BUSTED!

So this year there will be no posting about SoulFire, save my own escapades there.

I got a little wild last time. We’ll have to see what transpires this time.

Will I hook up with someone new and have a serious makeout sesh?

Will I traipse around naked by the pool and hot tub?

Will I get nicely inebriated and dance my head off?

Chances of all things happening are pretty good, so cross your fingers, say a prayer, and wish the best for me!

‘Cuz it’s gonna be fun!

Disappointment

IMG_7832I was at The Hunk’s jobsite, chatting with him when he told me he’d be joining me at SoulFire this weekend.

I was so excited!

Nothing like going to a nudist resort with a new man to get you over the old one.

And have some fun in the process.

I was looking forward to going hot tubbing with him and just hanging out with friends shooting the breeze.

And maybe, just maybe, I was excited at the thought of sharing a tent with him.

But then a few hours later, I got some bad news.

He can’t go.

He has to work. Something about not using a crane on an occupied building.

Well, ok.

Sigh.

So now I am back to where I was.

Going to SoulFire by myself.

My friend TJ pointed out that maybe I’ll meet someone new there, who knows?

But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed about missing out on some time with The Hunk.

That man was born to snuggle with.

The Hunk spends the night

IMG_7832I saw The Hunk this morning before work. He was working on a job site close to me so upon invitation, I popped over for a hug and a snuggle.

For the first time since we started going out, I was not wearing heels and I have to admit, the man DWARFED me.

It was quite thrilling.

So, as it turns out, he will be coming to SoulFire on Saturday night and spending the night with me.

In case you didn’t get that, I said that there’s a hot, hunky guy who is going to spend the night in my tent.

Now, this has been a subject of debate among my friends.

I think he’s not that into me.

They think he’s being polite.

[NOTE: He did “jokingly” ask for a topless photo of me, but rescinded his request right after.]

I guess we will find out this weekend.

Because if he lets me go to bed without kissing the stars out of me, then there is no hope for us as and we are destined to be JUST FRIENDS.

But if he does, in fact, kiss all the stars out of me, then we’ll know that he likes to take his time and there is chemistry between us.

And who knows what might develop?!

Just me, The Hunk, a big tent, and hours upon hours of free time….

Nudity

poolLupin Lodge, where SoulFire is held, is clothing optional, except at the pool where bathing suits are not allowed.

Within minutes of arriving at Lupin, I’d spotted about half a dozen naked men and several naked women.

Was it shocking?

At first it blows your mind – seeing all these naked body parts. OMG! But rather quickly it becomes the norm and the nudity kind of fades into the background.

There’s a special pleasure that I take in being naked – whether I’m skinny dipping in the pool, soaking in the hot tub, or wandering around camp.

I did make a big deal of being naked though – announcing it to my friends and everyone who would listen, “I lost my clothes and had to walk around the festival naked…”

Most people said that losing one’s clothes was a good thing.

You may wonder – do people stare, is it awkward?

The answer is no. In fact, in my experience there’s less ogling at Lupin than there is at an athletic club.

People are much more respectful when you’re naked because there’s a lot of vulnerability that goes into being naked.

You also get accustomed to body diversity. People come in all shapes and sizes and seeing the diversity made me feel better about my own unique physical attributes. I enjoyed showing off what I have (a great ass and nice big tits).

It was fun getting changed inside and outside the RV and not worrying who saw me changing. But then again, I’m an exhibitionist, so it’s a given I’d enjoy something like that.

In the end, I was glad I found the courage to go naked, at least for a little while. It was an experience in vulnerability and self-acceptance. I think more people should head to Lupin or to nude beaches to experience social nudity.

I’m not a naturalist by any stretch of the imagination, but I do enjoy a good naked romp through the woods and a dip in a pool.

If that makes me perverted, it’s a badge I’ll wear proudly.