Burning Man Thursday Evening: The Golden Clitoris

Whew!!  It turns out Tania is not a serial killer, but a Burning Man virgin just like me.  AND just like me, she decided to take a chance and go all out by driving another Burner to the Playa.  Yay!! I’m so glad she took the chance.

In addition to me, she’s also taking her friend Anna who’s coming in from San Francisco.  Anna’s been to the festival one time before so she’s a little more prepared, which is excellent as it’s giving me the girl’s perspective on the event.

First of all she warns me about the dust. 

“The playa is toxic,” she said looking at my sandals. “You’ll want to wear your boots as much as possible as it’s going to crack the heels of your feet open.”

Eww… okay. Boots it is.

“And, if you do decide to go naked, don’t sit on the Playa,” she warns. “I had a friend who did that and she had Playa Pussy for a week.”

Tania and I let that sink in.  I don’t think either of us were planning to go naked, but imagining dried cracked feet in one’s vagina is enough to prevent that from ever happening – ever.

Which brings us to the Golden Clitoris.

Anna had recently heard about Sophia Wallace’s ClitorisaryProject and was enthralled by it.  

“Did you know that the clitoris was only discovered in 1998,” she told us.

We didn’t know and we were shocked (and more than a little saddened) by this new fact.

Yes, we just met, but were three highly educated, dynamic women – and when stuck together in a car for hours, we talked about stuff. Lots of very interesting stuff – and except for the boot warning, none had it had to do with fashion or beauty. But there was a long discussion about how men have gotten off with the excuse that not all women can orgasm – and whether it’s because they really can’t or because they haven’t been given the chance.

Yup…we were on our way to Burning Man, but ready to write a thesis on how the sexual revolution needed to be revised to reflect the rise of the female orgasm – with the help of the Golden Clitoris.

But our time together didn’t end there as we had an expectedly 6.5 hour delay at the gates of Black Rock City. No, there wasn’t any traffic when we got there at 10 p.m. on Thursday night, but there was some sort of “over-population” issue happening and the volunteers at the gate couldn’t let us in.  Instead they had to put us in what they call a “staging” area.  This sounds fancy, but it just means a massive line-up on the outskirts of the playa.

Of course, when they put us there, we had no idea we wouldn’t arrive at camp until nearly 5 a.m.

But when surrounded by fellow Burners, you are never bored because that’s when we met Pimm and Michael.