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.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.â€
What the hell is gender alchemy, you may ask? Stay tuned. (BTW, where is paganism in Tacoma? Women’s Circles?)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!!!????Check, check, check it.
Love and Xoxoxo,