Someone reported this post to Facebook because the article it links to “contains nudity”. They are strap-ons, you Burnier-Than-Thou hater, not actual transexuals with their PDE’s – Public Displays of Erection. As for the titties, women have them. You’ve been seeing them since you were a baby, get over it. It’s possible to see female breasts and continue about your day, it’s not necessary to alert the media. I wish Facebook would let me know whoever did the reporting so I can ban them for spoiling the fun for the rest of us, instead of sparing all the adults in the group from looking at a few PG rated photos.

Anyway, I’m reposting. “The Dong and the Disco Ball” is a funny account of Wonderhussy’s Caravsansary experience.

From wonderhussy.com:

Longtime Burning Man vets often speak of having had one “bad Burn,” i.e., the year they had a shitty time at Burning Man. It seems impossible to have a bad time at the Greatest Party on Earth, but it’s definitely possible — health, weather, mood and interpersonal drama can all impact one’s experience, turning a fabulous playcation into a shitty week of annoying, dusty hell.

Due to my many First-World Problems, I had been in a funk the first few weeks of August — shit just hadn’t been going my way, and I had a nagging suspicion that this was going to be my “bad Burn.” I tried to stay positive by burning sage and waving crystals around and whatnot…but the feeling just wouldn’t go away. Aside from already being in a funk, my usual group that I camp with had broken up…so I had agreed to form a sort of Playa Shelter for Unwanted Burners, made up from flotsam and jetsam I knew from various areas of my life…none of whom knew each other, and many of whom had never been to Burning Man before. Would this social experiment fail miserably?

…read on