It was the best of years, it was the worst of years.
This was the first time I actually felt like crying when I left the playa. Hard to explain.
I didn't meet up with everyone I had planned.
I never found Invisible Camp, and no one seemed to know where Mystic Beat Lounge was.
I also have quite a few blisters on my feet. For one or two days, I stopped walking around because it just hurt too much.
I met some new people, not even LJers. Fell in love with a beautiful Canadian Lass; wish we could have spent more time together.
I'm also very upset at the majority of the gay community. They have a lot of growing up to do. Ladies, I understand how you feel when you get unwanted remarks from guys.
To those gay and bi men on my LJ friends list, I am ommiting you from this state of hostility because you have all shown far greater maturity than those guys who were out at Burning Man, so please don't take offense to my current state of displeasure.
I am very tired, and have a lot of unpacking to do. But first, a nap.