The start of the naked pub crawl
Unplanned, but zaney socks became my signature last year
There was an incredibly beautiful double rainbow the day I arrived
Thoughts of a not-quite-so newbie, gay nudist/naturist living in Washington, DC. This blog is primarily for myself, to chronicle things that occur to me that I might want to remember as well as others that care to join me for the ride. Anyway, please share your thoughts (good or bad) about any of the issues posted on my blog.
For those unfamiliar: It’s an art festival, showcasing thousands of sculptures and modified cars and creative structures. It’s a music festival, with hundreds of makeshift venues for DJ’s and musicians. It’s a costume festival, with everyone wearing something extraordinary, if they choose to wear something at all. It’s a conference for the mind, offering free lectures and educational seminars from thinkers across the creative-arts-and social science spectrum. It’s a religious festival, steering clear of organized dogma into the realms of free expression, open worship of the universe, and a deep reverence for the beauty of diversity. It’s a love festival, where nudity is accepted, sex is acceptable, and tantric workshops are held. It’s a community of likeminded individuals gathering in a remote place to avoid the confused, ignorant reaction of those who simply don’t get it, and probably never will. It’s a backlash against corporate America, where no brands or advertisements or promotion is allowed. It’s the wildest, most hedonistic party you’ve ever seen. And most of all, Burning Man is none of these things at all.