Ohhhhhh!! Mmmmm!! My heart is dripping as I flip through all your precious pictures and feel the warm Playa still kissing my soul’s skin. And though my own camera was barely used, the pictures come flooding in from the flash cards at the back of my brain……

At work today my breath catches as my hand comes away from my screw gun tingling with that magic…white….dust.

Here’s Susie K Dancin’ in the Dust for the first time as we roll along the long car line into BRC. The best drug on the Playa (other than sleep), that “Belly Burn Churn” that grabs you as you warp onto the Blessed Cracked Lakebed, has infected us and we can’t stop smilin’ and giving Altoids out to complete strangers.

Here’s me getting spanked by our greeter (Susie, whas her name again?). Even though I’m not a Playavirgin, she gives me the option and I bashfully (NOT) oblige. I think she likes my ass, because she spends more time stroking it than spanking it. Ohhhh…if this is wrong, I (SLAP) don’t (stroke) wanna (sssslap) be (ssssttttroke) right!!

And Here…….Are……..Words…….Every……50 ………Feet……..Welcoming……..Us………E.G. : “There is Nothing to Fear But Fear Itself”

And here is Susie K delivered safely to her EarlyEarly Crew Superhero Boyfriend Adam. He has already styled her bike and they are blinking and kissing and closing the tentflap…..

And here is Susie and Adam and Brad and Daylon at the coolest early week runway-laden disco on the Playa. Smiling from fuzzy ear to fuzzy ear, raising big carpet dust to the BeeGees while approving mannequins look on lustily.

And here I am with soap in my eyes running blindly behind the Water Truck handing my lavender soap around the slippery bodies when I realize that one of the bodies is my friend Tani whose address in BRC coulda been anything but has ended up at Yodel Camp right next to us!

Here I am coming home to BR 4am with Gingalicious on the Night of the Burn and us swimming past and under lighted jellyfish within the larger jellyfish of the parachute in the blissful breeze. We have just come from exploring the sparsely-charted outer space that is the deep playa. Are we now getting swept back in to a deeper microcosmic deep Playa? But wait, who is this feaux-furred salt-n-peppa bearded magician laugh-crying toward us? I guess we’re not in Uchronia anymore, Toto.

And here are many devotees kissing the feet of Scottee and Erika after reading the Playafied Surgeon Generals warning on the Pleasure to Burn poster.

And here we are emerging up onto the crow’s nest to find Todd taking a dangerous nap in his sleeping bag at 34’ altitude! (he says it’s the best sleep he’s had…now THAT’s Pleasure to Burn!!)

And here I am with Solar and her Playaguy Adam on a circular spaceship artcar orbiting through the timeless night with Bits-O-Honey, Blankets, and the Deepest Slowest Grrrrooooves ever delivered by a DJ in Burningman History.

And here I am on the back of the Gingalicious Trike warming my hands on the creamy and furiously pedaling thighs of the Sweet and Spicy One as the silky deep Playa floats by. We come upon a lighted tube gurgling little brook sounds with a journal and pen dangling from a string holding entries about love and addiction……

And here is Barleycorn Capitan Erectomungus 7am popping up the ladder that comes out of the tophole of his yurt, cracking a gorgeous crusty barely-awake (Barley-awake?) smile down upon me, successfully competing with the infant sun.

And here I am laughing with Atrea and Jesse on a couch in center camp. I’m giddy from my 7am gig singin my guts out, Atrea has produced a drool-enducing iced double mocha jus fo me, and my outfit is black, deeply striped and easily my favorite.

And here I am getting totally smooched at the Deep End by the hottest and smartest redhead from Seattle. I can still feel the place where she squeezed my butt…….mmm-MMM….this recovering dorky seventh-grader is almost disbelievin’!!

{much more to come as the flashcards slowly trickle images abck into my memory banks}