My lovers and I are going to Burning Man again this year. I consider it pleasurable first-hand research to gather inspiration for our own festival;: PolyPalooza 2014. Here is a fun account of a past Burning Man experience…
Do not adjust your computer screen. What you are seeing is real. Michael is wearing a skirt. I’m donning leopard print lingerie with sneakers, and Reid Mihalko has a silicone dildo strapped to his head like a horn. His pink sparkly tee-shirt reads “My little Porn-icorn.”
We’re at Burning Man, an Art Festival where sexual liberation reigns supreme. Believe it or not, this is a typical scene from Black Rock Desert and this photo was taken no more than an hour after we arrived. Reid may even be drinking Coffee with Baily’s in that little brown cup with a piss yellow string.
This picture is from my third time, and If I had to sum up the experience up in a sentence I would call it a wet and lucid dream. Writing this blog is analogous to doing dream work: elusive, symbolic, deeply revealing, and perhaps even prophetic. I don’t have the bandwidth to share all the mind-blowing details, but I’ll share some highs and my lows.
BM is a participatory experience, so one of my most memorable moments was spontaneously offering a bondage ceremony for a beautiful couple who’ve been married for 20 years. We did a symbolic and sensual “knot tying” ritual at the first story of the Man while hundreds of burners walked past and took pictures, fed us frozen mangoes, and offered their social commentary.
In this photo, I am modestly covering the couples private parts, but I am deeply involved in my rope craft. I’m not enjoying this part at all. :-D
After the ties were complete, Janos went down a full flight of stairs with Sara strapped to his back. Afterwards, we did a beautiful cord-cutting ceremony on ground level. Leaving only the bonds of unconditional love.
On Saturday, the day of the burn, our little artistic tribe gathered to perform Tantra Theater in the open air stage at sacred spaces village.
With virtually no rehearsal and tons of last-minute technical difficulties, this artistic fiasco challenged my artistic standards. The players and audience all enjoyed it, but my director-identity got caught up in a self-defeating spiral. In my frustration I said I would NEVER do TT on the playa again; but since the Mayans say time will end in 2012, perhaps we should try it then.
My favorite part of our little show was watching Michael and Janos improv a scene “But I’m not Gay,” both using the Full Monty instead of any fake props. And Kudos to Swami-G-Spot for wearing a big black tuxedo and managing to pull a circus out of his penis in this midday heat.
The crowning highlight of this big adventure lies in the deepening relationships. Time and Space are more fluid on the playa.
Bonding with someone for just a few hours can equate to a month’s worth of connection in the relative world. I’m most grateful for the deep and sweet connections with all my friends and lovers. You know who you are.
What a wonderful source of inspiration for our own little poly utopia: PolyPalooza. It’s a 4 day groundbreaking retreat where you will experience intimate connections with families that have vast experience successfully navigating complex polyamorous relationships. We are offering radical tools and transformative practices to access your full erotic expression within an immersive community where we dance, play, soak, study, work, eat, sleep and awaken together! You will develop deep friendships that will inspire and support you for a lifetime.
Don’t miss the fun and adventure at Poly Palooza 2014!
If you haven’t signed up yet, hurry! This year’s event is selling out twice as fast as last year’s Poly Palooza! It’s October 9-13. To learn more and get your tickets, CLICK HERE!
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