SOAK
Whoo! What a wonderful way to cushion the come-down that invariably follows Festival. Beautiful people, beautiful music, beautiful ideas, and a beautiful experience. Though our effigy was a bit stubborn about burning(the perils of fire in Oregon) a little paraffin goes a long way and I eventually got to dance my feet into the ground around the bonfire. Ooh, and climbing all over Camp fuck You Pink Flamingo's stripper pole,mustn't forget that. Stripping for Burners is ever so much fun. The night ended on a beautifully chill note with the monkey puzzle group and the most beautifully sung rendition of "Hallelujah" I've ever heard. Perfect. It lacks the spiritual connection and the closeness of emotional connectedness found with my Hedonists but it reminds me that I am not completely without out here on my coast. There is community and beauty enough here to tide me through.
On a more egocentric note: apparently I'm smokin' hot when I'm feeling arrogant. I'd just gotten back from Dionysia and still had my Goddess strut in full effect (it's hard to embody the First Maenad and then be humble afterward) and was gettin' down with my hedonistic little self, dancing like nobody was watching, singing if the mood struck me, and generally not giving a good goddamn what any onlookers might think of my performance. The result? I had cute boys running up and asking if they could kiss me all night long. Damn! I need to do this more often! I've gotten more compliments from random folks in these past two weeks than in the entire previous year! Of course, I also feel like I got run over by a truck today, but that's my own fault for being so damned out of shape.
Ah, thank you all, Lovelies.
On a more egocentric note: apparently I'm smokin' hot when I'm feeling arrogant. I'd just gotten back from Dionysia and still had my Goddess strut in full effect (it's hard to embody the First Maenad and then be humble afterward) and was gettin' down with my hedonistic little self, dancing like nobody was watching, singing if the mood struck me, and generally not giving a good goddamn what any onlookers might think of my performance. The result? I had cute boys running up and asking if they could kiss me all night long. Damn! I need to do this more often! I've gotten more compliments from random folks in these past two weeks than in the entire previous year! Of course, I also feel like I got run over by a truck today, but that's my own fault for being so damned out of shape.
Ah, thank you all, Lovelies.