This weekend 70,000+ people will descend on the Nevada desert to create Black Rock City for Burning Man. There is a lot of talk about how it’s evolving and changing with the purists being unhappy about it. When an event becomes that popular and attracts that many people, it’s never going to be the same and the people crying about it changing from when they first went 10 years ago would probably be surprised at what it was like 30 years ago.
A friend from my first Burning Man sent me a message the other day saying he’d come across my bucking duck video on a tumblr blog which I loved. That moment was one of the most free I’d felt in ages. Even shortly after that happened I got self conscious again while still on the nude bike ride. At that moment however, I was having an absolute blast. On that bike ride, half our group had been nervous about doing a nude pub crawl bike ride through the desert. They kept making nervous jokes about keeping our eyes up. I promptly said “fuck that” and looked straight at everyone’s cocks. The more nervous ones couldn’t believe I was going to get on the duck but all I could think was “How often do you get the chance to ride a bucking duck nude in the desert?” There was no way I was going to miss it and I made sure it was recorded.
I’m trying to be more willing to say “why not” than “Why” but sometimes it’s not as easy as that moment in the desert.