Finally, I am both back and starting to feel like I’m back from my latest adventures. Hello, my Treasures, I’ve missed you! Thanks for all the lovey e-mails while I’ve been quiet, it’s always so good to hear from you. And, to answer you’re most asked question: Burning Man was wonderful!
I was so very well-geared up, which made me feel very spoiled indeed. (Everyone who contributed to my comfort via my Amazon lists in the past month or so should go over and check out the recently updated thank yous on the purchased side!) It feels incredible to go into that environment feeling so perfectly prepared not just for survival, not just for comfort, but for creative, exquisite, alien play. It’s amazing how just arriving in Black Rock City makes one feel like a total badass.
I also got way more daring with my hair than I ever have in my life, and I’m loving it enough that I am maintaining it this way for at least a while longer. Here are some pics from the day before I headed out to the playa:
Both the cut and the color are outside the comfort zone I have played in with my hair before, and trying something so different makes me feel really delightfully free. It’s also interesting to watch other people’s reactions, a challenge, as most people seem to prioritize pretending like there’s nothing abnormal, good or bad, about my look. Now that I’m back in Indiana, that is. In everything burn related, my hair definitely made me feel more consistently accepted throughout the BM community. It seems that taking the time and effort to get vibrant unnatural hair colors builds a tremendous amount of social cred in that situation. I’m rarely at risk for being mistaken for a spectator on the playa, but the hair felt like a guarantee, an acceptable costume to prove sincerity for any activity.
As for what those activities were… Who can remember, exactly? I remember knowing that I must, must have traveled through some sort of inter-dimensional portal at some point along the way, to have come to such a strange and wonderful convergence of unlikely stimuli. It shouldn’t be surprising that the return journey strips away the tangibility of the memories, leaving just the craving to immediately launch into preparations for the next window to visit that city of dust, lights, and regularly occurring ridiculous improbabilities. I think every burner knows at least five stories about things that actually happened but sound like they must be made up.
This is me, so exhausted from the trip back through the portal that I had to rest up before making the long trek to the hot tub (in Reno):
Now I’m back, writing, transforming, being happy, and looking forward to getting back in the studio to turn all of this vibrant energy into seductive hypnosis. Get in touch if you want to line up a custom soon, because production will begin within the week.