Just be glad humans don't have dick bones.
Oh, for that I am SO glad. (every now and then sad...but usually glad)
Just be glad humans don't have dick bones.
piehole wrote:BEST:
not having penis bones
SaritaSyrah wrote:
Best: Not having a penis.
piehole wrote:i dunno man, having a peen is pretty damn convenient most of the time
Eric wrote:I do have friends with both boobs & a peen, so they probably win this argument.
Foxfur wrote:Eric wrote:I do have friends with both boobs & a peen, so they probably win this argument.
I love a good buffet!
Eric wrote:I do have friends with both boobs & a peen, so they probably win this argument.
MyPlayaUserName wrote:THEN I get to the "Greeters". And basically my entire world/burn was taken away right there. The first dude is friendly, doing the check. I'm excited, it's my 6th burn, I know the drill. Then this dude, who I can no longer even picture, says "don't let him in". I think he is being sarcastic, joshing me so to speak. He then repeats it, and tells me (and remember these essentially are the first words spoken to me by a 'greeter' after a long, tiring, hungry, painful drive) "You're not coming to Burning Man. You're taking that shit back to Reno, or you're not coming to Burning Man this year".
I am baffled. What shit? Well, on my roof I had brought wooden polls, not unlike those you would find on a tipi (many of which reside on the playa). I brought these polls as building materials. i usually do my shade structures with PVC, but I liver in a remote area, am on a budget, and the PVC usually has to be broken in take down, making shards of moop, so my friend let me use these 8 to 11 foot polls as the bones for my structure. I had built the entire thing prior at my home in Taos, to test it, Anyway, according to my greeter, ONE of the polls had bark on it. They were bundled in the middle, but not on the sides as I didn't think I was hiding them. An exposed side had bark which he felt would flake when the polls were unravelled from the tarp. He kept telling me to go back to Reno and dump my trash if I wanted to come in (I did not even come through Reno, incidentally).
MyPlayaUserName wrote:Worst: "You're not coming to Burning Man. You're taking that shit back to Reno, or you're not coming to Burning Man this year".
MyPlayaUserName wrote:Worst:
I drove 1150 miles alone from Taos, New Mexico. Left a day later than planned, so I really pushed it with the driving, 13 hours the first day, and the remainder the second day (Monday 8/27). I get through Gerlach, cry tears of joy on that last 9 miles before the turn off, and am blown away by the zero line, quick and easy entry. I get to Will Call, and there's hardly any line, and my low income ticket is THERE.
THEN I get to the "Greeters". And basically my entire world/burn was taken away right there. The f irst dudeis friendly, doing the check. I'm excited, it's my 6th burn, I know the drill. Then this dude, who I can no longer even picture, says "don't let him in". I think he is being sarcastic, joshing me so to speak. He then repeats it, and tells me (and remember these essentially are the first words spoken to me by a 'greeter' after a long, tiring, hungry, painful drive) "You're not coming to Burning Man. You're taking that shit back to Reno, or you're not coming to Burning Man this year".
I am baffled. What shit? Well, on my roof I had brought wooden polls, not unlike those you would find on a tipi (many of which reside on the playa). I brought these polls as building materials. i usually do my shade structures with PVC, but I liver in a remote area, am on a budget, and the PVC usually has to be broken in take down, making shards of moop, so my friend let me use these 8 to 11 foot polls as the bones for my structure. I had built the entire thing prior at my home in Taos, to test it, Anyway, according to my greeter, ONE of the polls had bark on it. They were bundled in the middle, but not on the sides as I didn't think I was hiding them. An exposed side had bark which he felt would flake when the polls were unravelled from the tarp. He kept telling me to go back to Reno and dump my trash if I wanted to come in (I did not even come through Reno, incidentally).
He sent me to two other people, (D lot?) presumably to escort me out. At this point, I was shaking, and teary eyed. I've undergone a long recovery, and the drive for me was very difficult. And honestly, I had never even for a second imagined this scenario, of arriving at Burning Man and being yelled at to leave for bringing 'moop'. I was torn bc on the one hand I DID feel a fool for not recognizing that the bark would be considered moop as a seasoned burner, but on the other hand, the greeter's delivery was fucking cruel. Like a mall cop. He was unbending and mean to a person who had just come 'home'. It was honestly devestating to have my home tell me to get the fuck out. I didnt bring a stow away. I wasnt covered in glitter. I brought fucking wood to Burning Man! Show me ANY wood, that when bundled with other wood, doesnt have the potential to flake or splinter! I have the utmost respect for this event as someone who drives over a thousand miles to camp by himself and just be there. This just felt like straight up abuse. Like I had gotten past all the law enforcement I feared so, only to then have Burning Man be the one to single me out.
The people who were meant to escort me out saw my pain, Morover, I honestly felt like I had to put on a show, highlighting my patheticness, in order to keep from being forced to drive out and then in again. I just couldnt physically do that. Leave Burning Man after the drive. I was exhausted, hungry, and emotionally bruised, not to mention I really spent it all on the way to BRC, and knew the main way I would definitely be able to make it home was the money coming into my account on the first of the month. I could not have afforded to leave and come back, it was not possible. All of my resources had been spent getting me to that instant of rejection.
The thing is as a resonable person, I am willing to say ok, apparently I made a mistake with the wood. But the treatment from the beaurocracy of burning man was SO not warranted. We need to be embracing our citizens, not sending them away. We are problem solvers.
The two 'escort me out' people finally caved in after my oral report on what Burning Man means to me, and agreed to HELP me find a way to stay. The final agreement was that if I wrapped up both exposed ends of the sticks with my additional tarps (meant to be used for shade) and agreed to never unbundle it on the playa, and told the greeters where I would be camped so they could check, then I could go in. Of course I agreed and frantically dug through my car to get the tarps out and get my ass into BRC. In the process, some fabric from last year's burn blew a bit of playa dust out on me and they started up with 'that is mooping too!" and I kinda freaked and was like "THAT IS PLAYA DUST FROM LAST YEAR COME ON".
After an hour or so, I was in. Of course, then it hit me that my entire home I had planned was not going to be built. It was like, I got in, but now I was totally unprepared and blown out of the water. If I am honest, there was a slight air of 'well i just got beaten and raped' about the whole thing. Like 'sure you can go in now, that you have no shade or shelter, enjoy your burn!'.
The worst is really that I let this negativity affect my entire burn. I never had my own zone to escape to, which is something I treasure highly there, and therefore ffelt out of my element, and unrelaxed. I've never not had my own outdoor shaded area, I would never plan to do so. every day i would return to my half assed camop and be reminded of that moment when I went from elation to devestation. I've been alone in my small town so long, all I wanted was some social interaction, and a klind welcome to the place I had come to know as my home. But this didnt feel like my home this time. It felt like a typical party where the guy at the door has some power and abuses it. I dont want to play a victim but it felt like this guy looked at me and judged me the minute i arrived, and this is everything i go to burning man to escape.
The Best:
The best is everything I got out of the experience. Because I am stronger now. I am definitely seeing a pattern where the universe is sending me pretty extreme adversity, and I am seeing that I need to develop the strength to not let people attacking me, or just barking dogs, hurt me. What that gate guy did was not right but me letting it blow my trip out of the water was not right either. At the same time, I am a believer from experience in not supressing my emotions. I think I had damn good right to be upset, and while it is Burning Man and nobody wants to be bummed out, the reality was this happened and I needed to work through it and discuss it. But after all is said and done I feel tremendously strengthened by the experience. I found the citizens of BRC to be as wonderful as ever. Beautiful art, particularly the 3d Black light painting alley thing...that was AMAZING. And I know deep down that Burning Man always throws me a curve ball to help me grow. So afterwards I look back on it all fondly, but at the time, damn, this was a rough burn!
Oh other surprising BEST: So that afternoon I arrived, well I was so frazzled after all that went on at the gate, that I ended up making my SECOND rookie mistake of the year (first being bringing the bark i suppose), and while setting up my tent, I caught my shin on one of the stakes...it hardly hurt, but just the right angle and BAM...I have to go to the medic, where I get 8 stitches and a tetnis shot. FYI, I am normally terified of western medicine...That whole first day was SO UNEXPECTED. A bit of a nightmare, but I list this under best bc in all my years on the playa I had never had to see the medics before and WOW, they are incredible. And knowing we are in such capable hands out there was really impressive. And knowing its free. I really appreciate the medics and the good, sober work they are doing. It was an EXCELLENT experience with Western medicine and I'd rather go to the doctor on the playa than anywhere else.
Oh and other bests: Singing REPTAR REPTAR GOTTA FIND THAT REPTAR with strangers, and the entire temple burn night up until the no food, lots of alcohol, and mushrooms caught up with me.
Zeke Chaparral wrote:If I was the greeter or somebody whose jurisdiction actually includes scrutiny of MOOP producing materials, and the bark really concerned me, I'd allow you to wrap the questionable parts of your poles with duct tape and allow you to set up your shade. Maybe the dust got to people this year and cause them to behave like elementary school cafeteria monitors.
Zeke Chaparral wrote:If I was the greeter or somebody whose jurisdiction actually includes scrutiny of MOOP producing materials, and the bark really concerned me, I'd allow you to wrap the questionable parts of your poles with duct tape and allow you to set up your shade. Maybe the dust got to people this year and cause them to behave like elementary school cafeteria monitors.
MyPlayaUserName wrote:Worst:
I drove 1150 miles alone from Taos, New Mexico. Left a day later than planned, so I really pushed it with the driving, 13 hours the first day, and the remainder the second day (Monday 8/27). I get through Gerlach, cry tears of joy on that last 9 miles before the turn off, and am blown away by the zero line, quick and easy entry. I get to Will Call, and there's hardly any line, and my low income ticket is THERE.
THEN I get to the "Greeters". And basically my entire world/burn was taken away right there. The first dude is friendly, doing the check. I'm excited, it's my 6th burn, I know the drill. Then this dude, who I can no longer even picture, says "don't let him in". I think he is being sarcastic, joshing me so to speak. He then repeats it, and tells me (and remember these essentially are the first words spoken to me by a 'greeter' after a long, tiring, hungry, painful drive) "You're not coming to Burning Man. You're taking that shit back to Reno, or you're not coming to Burning Man this year".
I am baffled. What shit? Well, on my roof I had brought wooden polls, not unlike those you would find on a tipi (many of which reside on the playa). I brought these polls as building materials. i usually do my shade structures with PVC, but I liver in a remote area, am on a budget, and the PVC usually has to be broken in take down, making shards of moop, so my friend let me use these 8 to 11 foot polls as the bones for my structure. I had built the entire thing prior at my home in Taos, to test it, Anyway, according to my greeter, ONE of the polls had bark on it. They were bundled in the middle, but not on the sides as I didn't think I was hiding them. An exposed side had bark which he felt would flake when the polls were unravelled from the tarp. He kept telling me to go back to Reno and dump my trash if I wanted to come in (I did not even come through Reno, incidentally).
He sent me to two other people, presumably to escort me out. At this point, I was shaking, and teary eyed. I've undergone a long recovery, and the drive for me was very difficult. And honestly, I had never even for a second imagined this scenario, of arriving at Burning Man and being yelled at to leave for bringing 'moop'. I was torn bc on the one hand I DID feel a fool for not recognizing that the bark would be considered moop as a seasoned burner, but on the other hand, the greeter's delivery was fucking cruel. Like a mall cop. He was unbending and mean to a person who had just come 'home'. It was honestly devestating to have my home tell me to get the fuck out. I didnt bring a stow away. I wasnt covered in glitter. I brought fucking wood to Burning Man! Show me ANY wood, that when bundled with other wood, doesnt have the potential to flake or splinter! I have the utmost respect for this event as someone who drives over a thousand miles to camp by himself and just be there. This just felt like straight up abuse. Like I had gotten past all the law enforcement I feared so, only to then have Burning Man be the one to single me out.
The people who were meant to escort me out saw my pain, Morover, I honestly felt like I had to put on a show, highlighting my patheticness, in order to keep from being forced to drive out and then in again. I just couldnt physically do that. Leave Burning Man after the drive. I was exhausted, hungry, and emotionally bruised, not to mention I really spent it all on the way to BRC, and knew the main way I would definitely be able to make it home was the money coming into my account on the first of the month. I could not have afforded to leave and come back, it was not possible. All of my resources had been spent getting me to that instant of rejection.
The thing is as a resonable person, I am willing to say ok, apparently I made a mistake with the wood. But the treatment from the beaurocracy of burning man was SO not warranted. We need to be embracing our citizens, not sending them away. We are problem solvers.
The two 'escort me out' people finally caved in after my oral report on what Burning Man means to me, and agreed to HELP me find a way to stay. The final agreement was that if I wrapped up both exposed ends of the sticks with my additional tarps (meant to be used for shade) and agreed to never unbundle it on the playa, and told the greeters where I would be camped so they could check, then I could go in. Of course I agreed and frantically dug through my car to get the tarps out and get my ass into BRC. In the process, some fabric from last year's burn blew a bit of playa dust out on me and they started up with 'that is mooping too!" and I kinda freaked and was like "THAT IS PLAYA DUST FROM LAST YEAR COME ON".
After an hour or so, I was in. Of course, then it hit me that my entire home I had planned was not going to be built. It was like, I got in, but now I was totally unprepared and blown out of the water. If I am honest, there was a slight air of 'well i just got beaten and raped' about the whole thing. Like 'sure you can go in now, that you have no shade or shelter, enjoy your burn!'.
The worst is really that I let this negativity affect my entire burn. I never had my own zone to escape to, which is something I treasure highly there, and therefore ffelt out of my element, and unrelaxed. I've never not had my own outdoor shaded area, I would never plan to do so. every day i would return to my half assed camop and be reminded of that moment when I went from elation to devestation. I've been alone in my small town so long, all I wanted was some social interaction, and a klind welcome to the place I had come to know as my home. But this didnt feel like my home this time. It felt like a typical party where the guy at the door has some power and abuses it. I dont want to play a victim but it felt like this guy looked at me and judged me the minute i arrived, and this is everything i go to burning man to escape.
The Best:
The best is everything I got out of the experience. Because I am stronger now. I am definitely seeing a pattern where the universe is sending me pretty extreme adversity, and I am seeing that I need to develop the strength to not let people attacking me, or just barking dogs, hurt me. What that gate guy did was not right but me letting it blow my trip out of the water was not right either. At the same time, I am a believer from experience in not supressing my emotions. I think I had damn good right to be upset, and while it is Burning Man and nobody wants to be bummed out, the reality was this happened and I needed to work through it and discuss it. But after all is said and done I feel tremendously strengthened by the experience. I found the citizens of BRC to be as wonderful as ever. Beautiful art, particularly the 3d Black light painting alley thing...that was AMAZING. And I know deep down that Burning Man always throws me a curve ball to help me grow. So afterwards I look back on it all fondly, but at the time, damn, this was a rough burn!
Oh other surprising BEST: So that afternoon I arrived, well I was so frazzled after all that went on at the gate, that I ended up making my SECOND rookie mistake of the year (first being bringing the bark i suppose), and while setting up my tent, I caught my shin on one of the stakes...it hardly hurt, but just the right angle and BAM...I have to go to the medic, where I get 8 stitches and a tetnis shot. FYI, I am normally terified of western medicine...That whole first day was SO UNEXPECTED. A bit of a nightmare, but I list this under best bc in all my years on the playa I had never had to see the medics before and WOW, they are incredible. And knowing we are in such capable hands out there was really impressive. And knowing its free. I really appreciate the medics and the good, sober work they are doing. It was an EXCELLENT experience with Western medicine and I'd rather go to the doctor on the playa than anywhere else.
Oh and other bests: Singing REPTAR REPTAR GOTTA FIND THAT REPTAR with strangers, and the entire temple burn night up until the no food, lots of alcohol, and mushrooms caught up with me.
MyPlayaUserName wrote:Long story short, I have to be ready for assholes EVERYWHERE, and I also have to clearly re-read some of Burning Man's rules as maybe I've gotten too complacent in the 6 years I've been doing this. I can say this is the first time I ever left a Burning Man not dying to return, and unsure if I ever would. Maybe I was a bit too fragile, but that's when and why I needed to be embraced and taught the error of my ways, rather than kicked in the nuts. I just sort of feel like I need to vent to someone working within BMORG and hear a 'Burning Man still loves you, none of us is perfect' in order to cleanse that event from my psyche.
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