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For a great, realistic, articulate, funny, scary read about Burning Man from one of SF's best writers, take a look.

I can't see wanting to have sex out there, ok, maybe wanting, but the dirt, the dirt...I have seen lots of naked piercings in the most tenderest places, I've been to Folsom street fair, just not for a week...

Organizing, lists, packing, endless cycle. Few more things to pick up, including 16 gallons of water.

I'm so nervous I feel almost sick. I'm getting packed up, really getting down to the wire. What the hell am I doing?