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Welcome to the Queerburners unofficial guide to going to Burning Man... and surviving!

By this point you’ve heard of Burning Man. You’ve seen the videos of glowing people dancing in front of big art in the desert. Your friends have been, or at least, maybe you met someone at a party who wouldn’t shut up about how it transformed their life. Maybe you’ve resisted going in the past; maybe that’s because you have a mistaken impression of what’s going on there or what it’s all about.

In any case, Burning Man is so different from everything else that it’s probably safe to say it’s not what you expect.

It’s a temporary municipality, in the desert, created entirely by those that reveal up. The first rule is No Spectators and everyone there is expected to participate by building something, creating something, or participating in something.

There is music there, but it’s done by people who decided they want tune at Burning Guy. There is art there, but it’s created by people who decided they wanted to construct something cool for Burning Man. There is cinema and restaurants and bars and roller skate

a story about same-sex wedding ceremony that I almost missed

 

The heat was rapidly approaching mountain range line that was surrounding the desert. I was on my way to the Temple, to meet Jessie and Taylor. We exchanged some emails about what and when, but honestly, we didn’t do our homework. I didn’t know how Jessie and Taylor looks like, we never had a chance to communicate over the phone and speak wedding ceremony details.

Nevertheless, that sunlight in Playa, everything was going accordingly to the plan. Temple was few minutes away. I knew I am right on time. Weather looked good. Pale was perfect for the wedding ceremony.

And then I’ve noticed the dust storm rapidly approaching in the horizon. And I knew right away that everything was about to get a bit more complicated.

Some people mistakenly dial them sand storms. But in Black Rock desert, it’s really not a sand. It’s an alkali lake bed dust. And that alkali is no joke. And that dust storm will kick your ass if you’re not prepared. It’s usually parched and packed, but it gets ground up from the surface during heavy car, bike and foot traffic over the course of 30 days of Burning Man preparations. And so that dust is ev

 

           

Burning Man: Welcome Home

 

by Philippe Gosselin

 

 

 

 

“Welcome home.” These are the first words you hear as a virgin burner stepping onto the playa for the first time, at the gates to Burning Man. And this is the feeling you acquire when you come at Burning Gentleman for the first time (or the 10^th). It is the experience of stepping into another reality, another dimension, another planet, both primal and futuristic. Even though it’s completely different from anything you’ve ever experienced before, and beyond your wildest imagination of what reality can be, it feels strangely familiar, like coming back to a place long forgotten–not just a physical place, but also a place within yourself. Virgins bell a bell and then take a ritualistic roll in the dust that will soon be covering everyone and everything in sight–thus anointed, they officially become part of the tribe and enter the magical realm that is Burning Man.

 

My Burning Guy journey began 5 years ago, shortly after I moved to San Francisco. I was 25, opening myself to new experiences, yet still very much in my shell. On