POP: THE REAL BURN >>>

There is “The Burn,” pre burn and in my case REAL burn. This 2009 journey begins with a pre-pre burn; literally, I spilled boiling water on my arm/wrist and couldn't write for the past two days. Luckily my caravan has two very hot Tacoma firemen who medically advised, and have secret special ointments to assist me.

Yet alas, they left yesterday.

The Vicodin wore off so I depart now at 11 a.m.

Bummer. I'll arrive at Burning Man behind schedule. I spent an extra day in my lovely Tacoma with friend Charger running to Cutters Point Coffee and Stadium Thriftway for emergency elixirs as my body was in shock.

Fixer packed up my cargo van, embellished with faux fur (Embellish Multispace Salon owner Trish would sooo love my ride!), and Lady Chaser sexy-modeled my leopard and fuchsia garter belt costumes to make sure the lizard bracelet, fishnet, peacock and ostrich feathers all “work.” Amazing! I didn’t have to run to Vanity again for more more more!
 
And so begins my modern shamanic Burning Man journey. Appropriate as my Virgin companion is a local Peruvian trained shaman named Jaguar Heart.

We’re living at Red Lightning Camp ... our Playa home of native and pagan healers. Red Lightning’s sacred geometric layout has a moon tent for the women, sun lodge for men only â€" the week will be playing with “gender alchemy.”

What the hell is gender alchemy, you may ask? Stay tuned. (BTW, where is paganism in Tacoma? Women’s Circles?)
 
A Reiki practitioner myself, I look forward healing some tragic troubled, six packed soul who needs a little (non) hands on. Perhaps I’ll be Burning Man’s own Serenity Spa meets Hells Kitchen in the dust.
 
My burn hurts. A moment of silence … pray my arm heals within the next 24 (fat chance). All of you pray … from Urban Grace to the Woo Woo Lodge. PRAY for my healing, damn it!

So now what?I’m already experiencing ignorant Burning Man backlash.

Listen up folks: If Sting, the head writers of National Geographic, top Hollywood producers like my buddy Carsten, genius artists like Julien Schnable, academics and Nobel prize winners go to Burning Man, what the hell do you know about dissin’ on it except maybe you're scared of what you would find within yourself if you had the FRIGGIN COURAGE to GO!!!????
 
The only demons at The Burning Man are those within the Self.

Check, check, check it.

Love and Xoxoxo,

Pop Bang Bang

(Like a toy gun at Tricky's Pop Culture Emporium, only one made out of kisses and oil paint and dragons and gleaming lanterns of light that snap you into submission, forcing you to witness your own damn Ego.

Love You! (and you and you and you!)

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