This was four years ago, in 2017. I was 21, it was my second Burning Man and I was incredibly excited. I remembered how exciting some of the exhibitionist-oriented styles were to me the first time I went, so I planned to wear “minimal” outfits this time. This particular outfit consisted of lace up mini-boots (leather, practical), hotpants wrapped in scarf (also practical, there are some places you *don’t* want sand getting into) and jeweled pasties covering my nipples. (At the time my boob size was borderline C/D-cup so the topless effect was… pronounced.) To complete the outfit, I wore a metallic choker with long tassels hanging between my tits, all the way down to my waist.
I’d never felt so hot in my life. Something felt… unlocked inside me.
The vibes were excellent as a I explored the camp that day, and I was making new friends everywhere I went. As night fell I found myself talking to a group of four guys who’d come to BM together in an RV. They were cool and respectful and I could feel the undeniably powerful tension of their collective attention directed towards me. One of them mentioned that they had some MDMA and I was like, hell yeah, let’s do it. So we end up back in their tent, in a circle, enjoying the effects kicking in. My pasties at this point had gotten uncomfortable, but fortunately I’d brought along a small vial of almond oil in my bag.