no roads no rules

BURNINGMAN BUCKET LIST 08

fucko — Thu, 07 Aug 2008 00:49:45 GMT

I have three main focuses on tribe. 1. To promote art, art community and art awareness. 2. To practice creative expression through prankism, hypocrasy illumination and irony celebration. 3. To produce vehicles for forward thinking, idea expansion and conceptual explorations. This post is part of all three. I hope it helps. INSPIRA One of the best things about Burning Man is all the amazing unexpected things you encounter at random and the way it changes you. great ideas are not always original ideas, they are just great ideas. The following is a list of some concepts ideas and projects that have been inter inspired with me and mine since our time at Burningman. It’s sort of a Burningman Bucket List that keeps growing as the years pass. Maybe it will inspire you to add to it’s pool. Make some temporary art ~ it could be anything. Make it out of cardboard and string. Make it out of a old chair. paint it, write it, glue it, burn it, step on it, bike over it. Engage yourself in the experience of building something meaningful for you, and let it go. Meet five people on the internet and then try to hook up with them on the playa. The experience may not be all positive, but it will make you grow more un afraid of strangers. Sit down, anywhere, and listen. Just listen to it. The thumpa thumpa mixed with,, well you hear it for yourself. Find a very tall structure to observe from, put some ear plugs in and try to describe the patterns you witness. Try to see what connects everything, what separates. What are the rhythms of movement , design and character. Burn something. Something valuable. Something symbolic. Something that needs to be burned. Tell someone how you really feel. Tell the truth, the whole truth. Tell them exactly how much you love or hate them. They may not feel better, but you will. (do yourself a favor and warn them first). Do something that makes you venerable. Throw a fit of rage and scream and cry for as long as you physically can. (also a good idea to warn others first) Do something that expresses thanks. Any act of gratitude that is sincere and heartfelt will do. Pull a prank. Become playfully expressive with others. The only way to build trust is exercise it. The only way to exercise it, is to play with it. Interview People~ Literally , take a notebook, a camera, anything and go up to people and tell them you want to interview them for no other reason than for the sheer experience. No art project, no news paper, no internet or anything for reprint. Just pure curiosity meets discovery. The You-Know-What Petition ~ start a petion about " You- Know -What" . and when people say, " no, I don't know what " you say " yoouu know" with a big smile. And when they say , ' what? like sex?, drugs?, midgets? " you smile, shrug your shoulders and say " well , yoouu know" wink wink". just keep it up. Hundred Pennies Contest ~ Try to give a single penny to someone. When they accept the penny , take their picture. The first person to give away all their pennies, wins " You know what." Participation Police~ A lot like the Fashion police only you give ticket to people for various "Participation Infractions" Biking without a bullhorn. Driving and art car without a raver. Shirt no pants. 10 feet without a hugging a stranger and the famous "You know what you did." ticket Stand in the street with safety traffic sign, vest and whistle and direct traffic into other people's camp's. Years ago, Audacity Camp used to wait for the Port o pottoes to fill up, and then quicky run over, set up their chairs (around 10 ) and when people came out, they would hold up dismount score cards. They even had a MC with a bullhorn and would give out cirtificates for perfect ten scores. Get yourself a wagon and a coller. Attach it to your Bicycle and roam about the playa giving cold carrots to people. Dress like a bunny. Dress Like Darth Vader and roam from camp to camp asking very politely for the whereabouts of the rebel base. Try to get around the Playa on a wheelchair. Fill ballons with propane and tie long string to them. Lite the string and stand back. Find a burn barrel and shoot it with white gas from a squirt gun. Build a catapult that will throw flamming debris into the air. Teams of people stand in the drop zone with giant metal shields. Teams to capture the most flamming stuff win. Wrestle a giant 10 foot tall penis out in the open playa. Carry a blow up sex doll dressed like a raver to all the parties. Push a cart around camp sunday Morning yelling " Bring out your dead" Bring an amp and a microphone and play happy "birthday to you" every morning on a kazoo. Set up a parachute with a TV inside it that playa nothing but vintage sex education tapes. Bring a Leaf Blower. Get one of those two person donky suits and walk around trying to get someone to operate it with you. Wear a giant sandwich board sign that reads " I am MOOP" Build an art bike. Make day long documentary. Baby-sit someone so they can get super high. Walk around with a blindfold for a few hours. Build a costume from creative item reuse( cds, records, tapes, legos, shoes, etc) Take up a bunch of 2x4s nails plywood and a saw~ build some art thing as you go. Take a puppet that can only speak the absolute open and honest truth. Design a harmless prank that exposes a hypocrisy. Drink deep the colors of the playa Boogie with your mouth open. Wrestle an imaginary enemy. Fuck yourself silly. Kiss a not so well known friend passionately. Hold hands with a stranger as you are walking somewhere. Stand in awe. Yell at the top of your lungs something that only makes sense to you. Sing a song you invented. Hug a stranger in thanks. Burn something valuable. Blow up something delicate. Lie. Tell a secrete. Admit a difficult truth. Reach out for help. Let your memory do it’s job. Intervene in a way that makes someone happy. Be affected. Some more ideas~ ~ irony exploitation ~ excessive survival ~ mockery art camping ~ furniture cars ~ art car demolition ~ temporary brilliance treking ~ foam parties ~ klownology ~ radical backpacking ~ disorder planning ~ insane spectacle ~ mobile self expression ~ decorated naked people ~ fetish illumination ~ tent gallery ~ dangerous bonfires ~ flash art mob ~ backpack a go go ~ unexpected sights ~ 24 hr art ~ pirate radio rave ~ moment liberation ~ alternative energy ~ canopy camping ~ outdoor canvass ~ interactive performance ~ mystery orienteering ~ purposely blurred vision ~ art rave ~ sex doll rafting / surfing ~ bike chariots ~ extreme chef ~ critical campsite ~ portable expressive living ~ recycle costumes ~ port o party ~ innovative inner dialogue ~ armature designer jewelry ~ micro culture jamming ~ boundary technology ~ billboard liberation ~ irony campout ~ physical indulgence ~ nonsense graffiti ~ nonsense portage and haulage ~ celebration explosion ~ body art ~ cavebration ~ mankind on brainstorm ~ kinetic csound ~ theme camp of one ~ sobriety tripping ~ massive moment sculpture ~ silliness expedition ~ flammable arts ~ collective consciousness ~ DIY rave ~ dance naked ~ unauthority ~ High Adventure Formal Dining ~ extreme decomodification ~disposession ~ backpack disco Some Burningman experiences often require more a state of mind that a set of rules. Read between the lines and find yourself. Some Burningman DJ's use a...... Bullhorn Some Burningman Artist take their trash home and Burn their art. Some Burningman Participants don't make REAL BURNINGMAN LIST (beat ya too it hahahaha) Some Burningman Organizers pay for their own ticket Some Burningman DPW build things that make no sense in an area of no usefulness. Some Burningman Reporters are too high to report actual news. Some Burningman Radio is an assault to one's comformity. (comfort / conform) Some Burningman Sports is trying to sleep in that fucking heat. Some Burningman Advice is never mentioning Burningman.com Some Burningman Love is coping a feel off everyone you hug. Some Burningman Is painting your ass red and having your friend chase you around with two rubber horns duct taped to their bike. Some Burningman Means trying to see how much you can feel like that person, who when afraid, is afraid who you will become if set free. Some Burningman Makes no Clear sense! Some Burningman Wants you trying not to be affected by anything around you for as long as possible and being grateful when you fail. Some Burningman Clothing designers use fire retardant materials to make G string undies. Some Burningman Chefs Cook better on the Playa than they do at home. Some Burningman Has a soundtrack...whether music is playing or not. Some Burningman Faith is knowing the point is to interfere. Some Burningman People not only maintain a sense of humor and irony, they can hear the terms of endearment in an insult. Some Burningman Consumers know it's ok to SHOP for "BURNER" shit, it's just lame to SELL or MARKET.... "BURNER" shit. Some Burningman Advocates know to DO more and CRITICIZE less... unless it's funny to do more criticizing or the criticizing is funny. Some Burningman Students are audible dyslexic, vision repaired and especially misabled. There is no such thing as Burningman.

FKO Bible~ Book of Burningman.

fucko — Sun, 03 Aug 2008 18:01:32 GMT

Bunringman 1 In fucko heaven Just before the Giant flaming Stay Puff Marshmallow Man tramples the Burningman underfoot, setting ablaze a trail of fire spinners, now actually on fire,,,, before that... There is a moment where time itself actually slows down everywhere on the playa, Everyone is moving in slow motion and all sound is wiped away.... and then.... Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" begins to play in everyone's ears. It is at that exact time, that everyone starts to role, Like the first time. The giant wave of bliss hits everyone, exactly at the same time. **Rhino gets on the satellite phone and makes a couple of calls. Mere minutes later, two C-5 "Galaxy" transport planes appear on the horizon, moving slowly towards the playa, buffeted just briefly as they cross over the Black Rock Desert between the Selenite and Granite mountain ranges...... cargo bay doors open....... skids of palleted boxes flutter under parachutes towards the assembled throng and the melted Stay-Puff Marshmallow man...... Rhino opens several of the first boxes, getting out the graham crackers and chocolate they contain...scooping up some marshmallow creme for immediate use..** S'mores, anyone? They go pretty well with chocolate martinis......... **A smile crosses Rhino's lips as he raises the microphone for the military radio to speak.** "Rhino-six-actual to Happy Heavy One. Rhino-six-actual to Happy Heavy One. Payload on target. I repeat, Payload on Target. First Mission accomplished. Stand by........" **Rhino's eyes scan the playa below, as the song and dance happily continues.** "Rhino-six actual to Happy Heavy One, alter course one-eight-zero degrees.......Arm electrical system and .....Execute. Execute. Execute........." **......a banner two stories tall unfurls behind the C-5, trailing a multicolored lit surface that reads......... ALL OF YOUR BURNINGMAN BELONG TO US.........FUCKO IS GOD AND FUCKOISTE ARE HIS CHILDREN............FUCKO LOVES YOU ALL............. A cheer erupts from the crowd below............and soon the chant begins......"we love fucko! we love fucko!" Rhino smiles once more to himself, gets in his truck, and drives into the morning sun......life is good.** It is at this time that people begin to realize the smoke produced by the Stay puff man is a sweet jasmine sent and flows into the lungs like vapor honey. It warms the belly and makes the skin feel like fine silk. The Smore feeding frenzy triggers a childlike sensation of wonder and happy curiosity as Queen's 'Bohemian Rhapsody" begins to sound throughout the now swirling mini campfires the slowly rise up into the sky to form thousands of thin fire columns that reach into the sky as far as the eye can see. People break into song and dance singing in perfect harmony " Motheeer, just burn the man. Put a torch against his leg, made a s'more and now his deead, Motheeer, heaven has just begun and now we've gone and thorwn our fears away, Motheeeeeeer ooohhhooohhh. I am oh so high, If I'm not back this way, this time tomorrow, carry on , carry on, Cause something really matters Something really matters.... Everyone can see Something really matters.. Something really matters to meeeeeeeeee.. as the piano begins to slow ...any way the ... flames Blow...... Applause and hugs break out with people in joyful tears, ear to ear grins, panting ectasy. The thin columns of fire start to reside as Coyboyangel starts to rise from the ashes of the smoldering Man. His frame engulfed in flames that begin to change colors and brightness as he begins to echo a poem that sounds more like a guitar than a human voice but the words still ring clear. It is blend of Hunter S Thompson and Maya Angelo and each and every line causes someone within the crowd to have a pain, in their life instantly removed. Cowboy angle continues the poem until every person is lying on the ground as though a bolt of forgiveness has ripped through them, healing them once and for all. As people lay in the dirt, Rhino walks hops off a large friendly elephant dressed as an art car. He begins to spray the people on the ground with rainbow colored water from his giant Ghost Buster Nuclear accelerator pack . The spay dissolves the clothing off of everyone and when he is finished he points the spray into the sky as the entire playa lights up with a giant rainbow fountain that begins to fill the playa full of colored water. The playa soon becomes a lake and everyone now naked and free can actually breath under the warm rainbow water. The magnificent starlight sky can still be seen under the water and just then, everyone's perfect music begins to play , in their own head and the playa erupts into a swimming rave of endless musical taste and all manner of zero gravity movement. Now that the playa is submerged with warm color sensitive water and each and every person can freely move about to the music pumped directly into their heads, Fido notices a flame thrower and begins to shoot glorious flames undr the water. The amazing flaming display licks people without damage but instead heats them up to s a sexual frenzy. A flame thrower orgy starts it's way throughout. As Fido sex torches the blissed naked swimming people of Fko heaven Groucho Suave starts his number behind a silhouette curtain made out of the pages of the original karma sutra manual. His voice starts out " her name was Lola. She was a show girl" and he begins to break into a dance routine that swings him from one group of orgyfied people to another waving a feather wand that when it brushes the ass of any person it touches, an instant orgasm is had without losing any desire to continue. As Groucho Suave dances from person to person leaving a trail of moans and cheerful sighs, twelve large muppets arrive in lowriders and begin mixing with the orgies giving reach arounds and additional pressures where needed. " At the FKO. FKO Cabana. Music and luaghter are always the fashion at the FKO, FKO Cabanaaaaaaaaaaa." As people start having multiple orgasms in rhythmic waves that create a sensation much like an early stereophonic record the waters start to reside but just as Crypto Fishy starts to emerge from under the playa sitting like a stone temple. She is a hundred feet tall with golden skin and her pheromones can be tasted miles away and intoxicate all who do. As she rises from the deep the humping people of fko heaven begin to embrace her like cuddling kittens and the waters soak into her skin and fill her breast . One by one people crawl upon each other till they are at nipple level and Cryto leans in and tells each person a secrete about the value of their presence, and then that person suckles one drop of crypto milk witch instantly gives that person the ability of flight.

Genesis 1 (FKO BIBLE)

fucko — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 14:55:03 GMT

Genesis 1 1 First Godzilla just made the earth 2 Or at the very least it’s as likely as that some of the other origin stories floating around.3But the point of the origin story is not, what happened and much as, why you want to know it. 4Why do we study the origin story? 5 And this has to do with; Grand Context. 6Ultimately, humans seek to know the origins of existence so they can better asses where they are right now, and thus better influence where they will be tomorrow. 7It is a security skill. 8Studying history is a way of know where you are, who you are and what will become of you.9 And this is ultimate point of trying to explain the beginning. 10The origin story is a means to influence your fate. 11All living creatures seek to define their security through awareness. 12It is a primal survival instinct. 13Every creature uses it’s senses to asses whether or not they are safe, in need of shelter, food, sex. 14It is how all living creatures survive. 15For humans, this includes things beyond what is happening right now and into things that happen all the time. 16Humans can recognize and process patterns. 17We can use longer relationships between things to make longer assessments about our condition. 18To see oneself in the larger picture is the entire reason for every culture having an origin story. 19This grand placement creates the reasons for why people practice most of the conscious behaviors that they have. 20It is what culture is all about. 21The urge to know the beginning of the universe stems from a primal desire to survive and in turn becomes the main character in the actions taken by people. 22Thus a culture that believes that their was a giant explosion that is now spreading out as far as momentum and attraction will carry it will act one way, and a culture who thinks a giant sock made by woodland nymphs controls all of destiny, will act another. 23So the accuracy of the Origin story is a crucial element in the mind-set of a person. 24All learning is subject to this primal understanding of life.25 But just as much of knowing, part of our survival will depend on how well we deal with not knowing. 26Every life must live alongside things never understood and mistakenly identified. 27There are things in existence that we do not have the senses to even know to detect. 28 It’s a like trying to understand the concept of oxygen by looking at air. 29Without a certain mind-set, much of existence remains invisible. 30Certain things you don’t know because you are ignorant, and other things you don’t know because they are unknowable. 31Humans have seven known senses; touch, sight, hearing, taste, smell conscious and sub conscious awareness. 32The likely hood of things that exist beyond these senses is pretty great. 34The origin of the earth is one of those unknowables. 35Oh there are some really educated theories and brilliant research but the truth is, none of us were around to record the events as the happened. 36Big bangs where all things in our universe are mostly influenced by movement and matter. 37Their are theories about dimensional weather patterns that play out across infinite possibilities much like strings inter woven to creates oceans of matter. 38But the truth avoids us because none of us was around at the time it happened. 39The matter that makes each of us up was probably still in the sun at the time. 40The other problem is the human mind, while capable of some pretty far out thoughts, does not have the capacity to fully realize the origin of existence in whole. 41It is an event so giant, so complex. so truly awesome, it launched a UNIVERSE. 42Beyond our tiny planet we are spectators, watching a magic show so grand that we can only imagine the entire picture, in whole, at once. 43It must be studied in parts, over lifetimes and generations. 44Our brains are designed to handle more immediate things like food, sex and the all mighty security. 45We are designed to handle being Participants on this world. 46Something we share with most the other complex organisms that live on this planet, witch you probably call Earth. 47It’s not called Earth by tigers and flowers. 48To them and every other creature that has ever been alive the earth is simply our environment. 49These creature are so closely related to their environment, that if they were to start pondering existence tomorrow, they would understand that they did so, to better understand their environment. 50So understanding why the origin of our lives is important has to do with our relationship with our environment, at whatever context or scale that happens to be in our perception at the time we study it, from our particular point of view. 51Thus, understanding human life means accepting our human limitations that are likely interfere with our complete knowledge of that understanding which is to say will have an incomplete or faulty truth about everything we know. 52And that boys and girls is the beginning of the our best survival skill: the art of becoming aware of one’s own context as you navigate what is true and what is not as best you can with our collective and your personal capabilities and limitations in mind. 53But here is the kicker. 54We, as humans, have collectively live long enough on the planet, and discovered enough about our life on Earth, to know of two truths and only two ultimate, absolute truths in all knowable existence about our grand context. 54We are about to give away the ending of the book. 55You must one day die. 56You must live until the day you die. 57Life, all life begins and end in IRONY. 58You were born to live but you were also born to die. 59You were born with instincts to protect your own life and instinct to procreate more life. 60Whether you cherish your life, protect it, nourish it, enjoy it or even celebrate it is entirely secondary. 61It is liken to whether or not a humming bird thinks particular flowers are beautiful. 62It may or may not, but ultimately, it is not a very important question when compared to which flowers help hummingbirds survive. 63The beauty of life is always running alongside the necessities of life. 64This is the grand irony of life. 65The ultimate joke. 66The alpha/omega of mankind’s awareness about existence. 67The fact that there may no point to our existence beyond being a part of it, but being driven to care about it anyways. 68Some call it the human condition. 69Other’s call it the eternal duality. 70We all die, but before we do, we live. 71Thus the giant truth about our origin is set before us like tit to a babe. 72We are all temporary. 73We are temporary because everything is temporary. 74This is the reason for this bible. 75It proposes that in this modern-ish time, it is high time we set the origin story on it’s head. 76For the last thirty five thousand years, mankind has had to put up with control freaks who push and murder and charm their way into positions of influence, so they can set the tone of a culture to be more docile. 77Setting the origin story at permanence, divine will, intelligent order and moral authority is a control tactic against free life because it encourages false fears, unnecessary dependencies and at the same time discourages learning, creativity and adaptation.78Enough. 79 We may turn this history on it’s head. 80We humans have a better origin story that helps us walk past the gates of our cities, and into the future hearts, minds and lives of each other no matter what changes befall us. 81Contemplate a universe beyond our know, and we become familiar with our own life and death that can cast away fears used to imprison us with fear.82The origin story that is obvious makes mankind fearless. 83There is nothing at wheel that is within our grasp except our choices. 84All of existence is temporary. 85There is nothing to worship but what we desire and what we need. 84We can worship anything and create rituals that explore and celebrate the origin of our race, and worship the profound temporary, and the supreme weathers of change and the divine irony of life. 85We may end up worshiping the end of worship and be free once and for all for a need to remind ourselves of what is ultimately the meaning of life. 86Yes I am going to spell the meaning of life, right here, right now. 87The meaning of life is the current effect each and every living thing has on every other thing in the universe. 88That is to say that each living thing finds it’s meaning by what changes it makes to it’s environment on all levels. 89In this way, the universe becomes a giant environment where everything is connected to everything else, either directly or indirectly, and each thing in it, has a meaning to all other things. 90The universe is truly...awesome.

Defenders of the Faith

fucko — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 04:13:26 GMT

I would like to share something a good freind of mine wrote to me a few days ago. I do not nessesarily agree with her but... "Fucko, I know you may be under the assumption that much of your pressence on tribe suffers from misunderstanding. I know you think you are not connecting with some people because your share a different point of view. You are mistaken. These peopel are frightened of you. We, your friends are your friends because we share a common voice. It sounds inside us all and at times seems to come out of your mouth. Your's is a voice not of anger but celebration. A celebration of all that is supposed to be obvious. A celebration of action! A celebration of rock -out-with-your-cock-out! A celebration of build something to burn! A celebration of disco and middle fingers! A celebration of fuck the police! A celebration of a short time on earth! A celebration of Heavy Metal Mania! A celebration of adventure empowerment! You are the rocker who refuses to go accoustic. The painter who refuses to use digatal templates. The sculpture who refuses to sand off sharp edges. The poet who refuses to rhyme. You are a defender of the faith with a industrial funk soundtrack playing as your theme music. Those people who oppose you are frightened not of you, but what you represent: The end of cowardice."

Handjobs & Happy Endings

fucko — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 16:09:00 GMT

I love Burningman! I’ll say it again at the top of my keypad “I LOVE THIS FUCKING HOME!” I know.. I know I’m supposed to be a burnt out veteran with nostalgia habits and flame thrower scar badge stories but, still I am in love. And believe it or not, at your own discretion, I love all of you, even the ones who like to dislike me, I consider you all my brothers and sisters whom I have accepted as equals without condition, deserving only to be treated as free individuals who are capable of both unknowable separate uniqueness and vicarious shared super position experiences, both of which enrich my short gift of life so that I may creatively express my sincerest gratitude and thus effect you all in same through my awareness and actions in dynamic engagement. “ There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.” NIETZSCHIE 1893 Now.... I would like to share with you, some of that awareness. Whatever is said about prankism, un-serious dissolution, hypocrisy illumination, oxymoronic exploitation, culture enrichment through culture jamming, conflict piracy, creative expressive dissent and all manner of radical expression etc. etc... or as some people have called it “Senseless acts of childish behavior.” there is one important aspect that is inescapable about all of these things. Each is conscious choice built with the intent to improve life, even as the risk of the perception of negativity. “Skateboarding is not a crime.” Unknown 1986 I am perfectly willing to take the brunt of people’s negative assignments to receive the illumination of the positives that exist within, between and before us. It is this illumination of us, that inspires me. I am not a faithful person. I desire to see us with my own two eyes. One might ask “Could you not just have prompted people without all the aggressiveness?” The answer of course is “yes”. And that is done to. This just happens not to be one of those projects. “ What we must decide is perhaps how we are valuable rather than how valuable we are.” Edgar Z Friedenberg 1959 The Following is a collection of excerpts, thoughts, statements, ideas, questions, propositions, suggestions and outright poetry that grew from my little preposterous proposition, that art grants could be sexual. The sheer layers of meaning in “jerk off” for art is a book all it’s own. But this is not a historical document used to define specifics about what any one person said, but more as collage of words that help paint a giant mural of brilliance, positive participation, forward thinking, radical inclusion, thought provokes and outright support for art, art awareness and more of that beautiful thing about us that we are indeed, a community of great potential and opportunity. I do apologize if taking and using your words out of your original context offends anyone, and to be honest a few really great brushstrokes were lost in the frey. I am especially sorry for omitting any of the wonderful projects, thoughts and words of people who should have been represented on this canvass but, unfortunately were not. “ The important thing is this: to be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become.” Charles Du Bos 1937 Alas for our every regret we are a people of action, and without further adue... let the positivity mural begin. ~ ok i'll start i've never created any art on the playa, most of my partisapation has been working in the cafe. After reading the post and a bit of thought i think i'll, make a plaster mold of my face and genitals replace the nose and eyes with the genitals inverted to match the nose and eyes, use that to make a wax mold, then cast the mold into iron. i don't know how to do any of the things i just said so i'll have to do some research. mabey i can cast iron mabey not we'll see. ~ What I do hear you saying however, is for people to dig deep in their imagination and SHARE it with us. ~ I would prefer a larger number of creative and expressive participants who can surprise and delight me with new ideas. But I hesitate to wish for all theme-camp builders or major-project organizers. The hippie who sits in the dust and does tarot readings for passsers-by is OK too. ~ ....so why not go one further and initiate your own event? One where the only people allowed are artists. Artists who create giant impossible, expensive, consumptive, outlandish art that could never be condoned, or even fit in a city. No one taking, only giving selflessly, & probably at great expense, for all the other artists to admire. ~ If you are just wanting more art than kool I am in.. hand job or not..lol... I would just like to create something wicked wild for the sake of creating.... ~ The playa canvas is wide open for you. This is your chance to make the art of your dreams. Just for you. If someone else appreciates it. Cool. If not. Cool. The point is, here is your opportunity. ~ After the "Feed-the-Artists" project and this "Jerk-the-Artists" project, l'm curious to see what more (m)oral support will be offered to the artist community? Maybe in a not so distant future mothers will try to convince their kids to not go to university to study and be a lawyer or doctor, but push them to become an artist instead, since that position will give them a higher status in society? who knows........ ~ WoW! All the talk about art! ~ For now, my art will be my interactions with others. For that, I require not manginal manipulation. Although.... ~ but isn't it beautiful... ~ The real issue here is whether your idea is a good one for encouraging people to make art. ~ i beleave that every life is an expresion of art in its own right(yes theres bad art). come on, i exist at burnning for one reason; breathing in the free flowing thoughts that thrive at the burn. i talk and do talk to everyone about everything from the tragic impact of "shirtcockers" sitting on bar stools to how to build a huge flying TV made of thousends of independent LED's working together. i just see in retospect that part of the art of this project is the strength and resolve to move forward in the face of all the critics. ~ lOve this ideaJanet...you are my new hero! I totally agree with everything you have said about your little grant offer. ~ Just in the inflammatory responses alone Janet has already created art for me! This is the TRUEST expression of )'( I have seen in my 7 years of burnin' ~ What an interesting story! Thank you. ~ But there's some pretty elaborate theme camps out there that never get counted as 'placed art'. A lot of the art projects are getting bigger and bigger. Does 'Big Rig Jig' count as one piece of art? Sure. But do you think only ONE ARTIST worked on it? Hells no. There's lots of performers out there - musicians, poi spinners, stilters, etc. ~ Good luck in your quest... whatever it is. ~ Those numbers you presented about the ratio of art to participants is fascinating. I think others have some valid points about some art pieces needing multiple peoples help. ~ I feel like good art comes from inside the artist, and if they're not internally inspired to create it, anything that comes from them (excuse the pun) otherwise is contrived. Therein lies the conundrum: how do you inspire people that are not artists to create art? You have one idea, IPJ, but it sounds like you're interested in hearing alternatives. Maybe it's two questions: 1) How do you get people who are going to BM anyway to be creative? or 2) How do you get more truly creative people to go to BM? The answer to question 1 might lie in devising ways for non-artists on-playa to discover their creativity. That could mean more interactive art stations in a variety of mediums. The answer to question 2 might lie in more aggresive recruitment and grants for artists, not just passively waiting for the ones who want to come and apply for grants. Of course, there are many answers to these questions. ~ Indeed, getting into BM has ignited my long-suppressed creative impulse in countless ways, and I know I'm not unique in this. One of the most beautiful things about Burning Man, to my way of thinking, is that each participant gets to interpret the term "art" as befits their own mode(s) of creative expression. ~ If i wasn't so pathetically poor, I'd make that art, then I'd bring that art. ~ This level of committment to commenting in this sort of threads is my art. ~ Personally, I've been inspired to do stuff on the playa by example and by invitation. Whether it's art or service or gifting, it all gets inspired by seeing what can be accomplished and by being asked to join the fun. ~ Using that sense of joy to inspire creativity is where I get hooked. Including sexuality in the mix brings an edge to it, and it can be inspirational. But the essence is the invocation of play and wonder that is so easy to lose, and so fine to regain. ~ I like the fact that they really are taking it to the *community* and inviting others to help. They may have come up with the artistic vision, but in community fashion they are asking others to get involved and thus creating art all together. ~ So if the 'art' you want to create doesn't win the popular vote? So what. Bring it on. ~ So what are my two dream art projects? One is to raise awarness of B.E.D and sexual assualt.... calling it some thing like bed boards or bed steads it would be a maze of head boards attached together with hinges and screws and painted and then every one encouraged to write on them how sexual asult has effected there lives. the second one is a bit HUGER .... I happen to work in the gate operator and fencing industry and I have this dream of making these huge moving art panels that would be out on the playa set up with inground loops that would detect art cars as they drove over them and then move the panels of art to let the art cars pass through them.... all run on solar :-) ~ Oooooh...I just got an idea of my own... ~ I try to encourage participations by having a "free costume" bin with a big sign sitting outside my camper. Every year I get to watch people find something they treasure. My favorite is always the virgin who doesn't have a costume and is feeling the need to express him/herself. At our regional this year I set up a small table with coloring books, crayons, colored pencils and other art supplies. People enjoyed taking a brake from the sun and simply coloring. It's my lil' way of encouraging art on the playa and at our regional burn. Hopefully that lil' encouragement will lead to some beautiful art ..... you know years later after that new person has grown and free'd the artist within.... or something equally as mushy. :-) ~ Thank you to all who share the goodies! ~ So I'm going to applaud you for your prank. It made me think a lot about things, like why it feels threatening to me to have someone doing this project. ~ I was impressed with the solidarity and clear thinking of many of the women regarding the original hand job post. ~ feels like an end to this.. and I am so happy, it taught me some new lessons, about patience, and communication, and blatant acceptance, containing MY monkey mind and not allowing my emotions to get the better of me, I hope next time (Gawds forbid) I will be better grounded as to not allow the wave to cover me... it is with Brilliant and amazing WOMEN such as yourselves that I continue to grow and learn, thank you for that, ~ I do think that sharing our thoughts on the matter serves a great purpose in discussion with each other. It helps provide an important dialog on gender roles, manipulation and judgment, community and support, the challenge of being independent outspoken individuals in some situations. It also confirms the suspicions or removes the self-doubt that members may have had on the issue. ~ I know I have personally benefitted from simply hearing the articulate and intelligent points you hot independent bitches have brought up. ~ I would prefer a larger number of creative and expressive participants who can surprise and delight me with new ideas. But I hesitate to wish for all theme-camp builders or major-project organizers. The hippie who sits in the dust and does tarot readings for passsers-by is OK too. ~ Thank you for this post... these questions you pose in this wonderful little shared conversation seem to be both a perfect and a horrible manifestation of feelings I've been having about BurningMan... ~ I keep hoping that everyone realizes we are not and can not be separate from the environment surrounding us, on all levels. But whatever, people are whatever the hell they want to be, right?... except all desires are stemmed from experience which can't be separated environmental factors either... Of course, one of the essential aspects which make us "human" is that we can be conscious of our environments... and our interactions with them. But again, even our consciousness is a property provided to us by our environments... whether those environments be a creation of some form of God or randomness of evolution... So again I digress, and thus, I stop. Thank you again, fko's for your post... it got my head spinning again. Much love for all the creative and destructive aspects out there... we're all in it together even if we're so very apart. ~ If you are just wanting more art than kool I am in.. hand job or not..lol... I would just like to create something wicked wild for the sake of creating.... ~ ...f- the theme. Art is art, and on playa, it's very democratic. Or anarchic. That's part of the appeal. You make art, you have a space to display it for the public, and it will be seen. No need for somebody else with a gallery to decide whether your art is worthy or not, you just bring it, set it up, and let the community interact with it. ~ Burning Man is first and foremost about art. Everything else is just gravy. The playa canvas is wide open for you. This is your chance to make the art of your dreams. Just for you. If someone else appreciates it. Cool. If not. Cool. The point is, here is your opportunity. ~ Maybe in a not so distant future mothers will try to convince their kids to not go to university to study and be a lawyer or doctor, but push them to become an artist instead, since that position will give them a higher status in society? who knows........ ~ I'm an artist and bringing a big international art project to the Playa Checkpoint Dreamyourtopia - a Border Control Checkpoint to enter your own Dreams "http://www.dreamyourtopia.com" I'm sure an art grant will get you into your dreams. ~ i've never created any art on the playa, most of my partisapation has been working in the cafe. After reading the post and a bit of thought i think i'll, make a plaster mold of my face and genitals replace the nose and eyes with the genitals inverted to match the nose and eyes, use that to make a wax mold, then cast the mold into iron. i don't know how to do any of the things i just said so i'll have to do some research. mabey i can cast iron mabey not we'll see. ~ Maybe I should do a piece about my conflicted feelings over not being tackled and forcefully masturbated. It would have to be a performance piece, in center camp. ~ Be sure to swing by Camp Incendiary Nation for FIRE, FUN and BOOZE! ~ I almost want to do something, but I don't know that my conscience would be that happy with the motives. Not to mention, society still has me convinced I wouldn't be able to do anything that good. Yes, yes, I know that's ridiculous, but that doesn't change that it's there. But I'm learning. ~ and now I silently wonder why? ~ So I was thinking, could it be an instructive hand job... ~ 3 months of planning, welding, brazing, chizling, painting, sanding, sodering, tinkering, re-planning, re-replanning, constructing and then reconstructing- all for just 30 seconds of reward? For me, that's like, 2 weeks work per stroke! ~ I've been following this discussion, wanting so badly to support you... The real issue here is whether your idea is a good one for encouraging people to make art. ~ Because that is who the people are who come to it, ... but they come to see the artists, and their art. Would they come to see an artists cum? Hummmm? ~ Pull back the reins on your worst-case-scenario horror stories here. Jumping to conclusions doesn't actually get you anywhere. Questions can be asked and issues can be raised without comparing her to Larry Flynt. ~ Why is it that we move in derections of separation? It makes me sad. "Some people are artists, some are not" really?... i just see in retospect that part of the art of this project is the strength and resolve to move forward in the face of all the critics. ~ Janet, you are fucking brilliant! ~ Do you consider the very act of receiving your handjob in itself.. a performance art installation? What if it were a public performance? What if we videotaped it? How about having five circus performers surrounding us, while humming the overture from the Barber of Seville? Extrapolating a bit, then the act of applying for an NEA grant would be a form of art, in and of itself. Those proposals should be placed on exhibition someday, maybe at the MOMA in New York. And handjobs given to the winners. ~ Can't Make it this year but when i can make it there will be a New Theme Village @ Burning Man '09 Mendo's Organized Chaos Experement. "2 Glow & Shine the Path of Inspration & Creativity" ~ Well I just wanted to say that I think your idea to get more art is very creative and while I am very tempted now to apply and make something.... in my heart I know I can do better by just practicing to prefrom and working learning to dance and tumble with my poi better. Which in it self is art. ~ I hope the event produces more unexpected, interesting events, pranks, and spontaneous nudity!! ;) ~ I do love you so. It was good for me. ~ Kudo's for stirring shit up and inspiring people. If you make it out to Fire Arts tonight take a look at Copper Lantern Fire theater at 9:10. looking for feedback on my prototype mech suit. ~ Very interesting discussion. Good luck with the project and I like the way you are handling your critics with equanimity. ~ Keep up the good work! ~ I wrote the proposal to register my instalation for burning man, when I saw your offer, I couldnt resist the opportunity to tell my friends and family that I was producing art for sex... I'd be a starving artist but a satisfied one at least. ~ Fucko, I can't hate you. I fucko-ing love you! :-) ~ It takes a lot more than a prank to make me a hater. I think that I understand what you were up to with your little charade, and even if it is not my style I can't really fault your motives. ~ Thanks for buzz!! ~ BRAVO! Fabulous prank. Nice job. ~ LOL!! Well, it was a fun idea! Hope to see you on the playa.. ~ RAGS TO RICHES, challenging the rags to riches theme and working toward further understanding of wealth, prosperity and value. INTENT: My objective is to engage passersby into reflecting on the validity of the “rags to riches” theme. My goal is to change these passersby’s perception of value. By creating an installation that would allow passersby to follow simple written instructions and help themselves to a “rags to riches” kit, I hope to engage them into confronting the “rags to riches” theme. ~ I have to say that your idea of hand jobs for art is absolutely beautiful, open and creative. As a hand job extrordinare, I am in humble appreciation of your forthought and juicy candor. Good luck to you and your blooming project! Love, Light and Juicy Blessings! ~ I love your gifting idea. You've inspired me to do something I've been thinking about since I had an 'enhanced experience' with a bunch of female friends some years ago in Australia, and that is to give out a bunch of vibrators. I'd also like to see if my art qualifies. I putting together an art car which is a mobile platform for shadow dancing, lasers, blacklights and performers. ~ That's funny! ~ My idea is to provide a unique, private, curvy colorfully painted booth for one woman at a time to sit or lie in. It would be called Play-a clit. It would be supplied with a custom built vibrator driven by musical sounds. The vibrator wouldn't just vibrate at a fixed rate, but rather would be driven by a midi keyboard located outside the booth that other participants could play. The woman could control the volume. ~ This year I will be bringing to the playa a broadcast/participatory performance piece that is a commentary on American censorship. Fifty years ago, on October 3, Judge Clayton Horn ruled that Allen Ginsberg's Howl , the great epic Beat-era poem HOWL was not obscene but instead, a work of literary and social merit. This ruling allowed for the publication of HOWL and exonerated the poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti, who faced jail time and a fine 50 years ago for publishing "HOWL." Fifty years later, with draconian FCC fines for language infractions, you still can't hear HOWL on the radio. Stations are afraid the FCC will hit them with obscenity charges and that broadcasting it could end up costing them millions of dollars. Even the Pacifica Network will not broadcast it, instead they did it on net radio. This is going to change as I will be broadcasting HOWL read by Allen Ginsberg in it's entirety, over the air (it will also be streamed, live, to the internet) This has never been done, anywhere. ~ Dude, You deserve a handjob just for coming up with that idea! :-) Blessings ~ I hope that this all cools down and you get to run your experiment without a lot of flack. I am sorry some of the ladies have sent such ugliness your way. In responce I am sending you an abundance of peace, love and strength. ~ I personally think that gifting hand jobs to artist whom you appreciate is beautiful. More power to you Goddess. ~ Hi Janet, I just want to tell you that I think your project is awesome, and I fully support it. I don't understand all the extracurricular fuss. wasn't there something about "radical inclusion" and "unconditional acceptance" or something like that...? Have a great time! ~ I kind of promised myself that I'd sign off of Tribe this close to the burn due to the trash talk and bitching that starts up in earnest this time of year. However, you are making me laugh so hard that I can't resist! I love it! Plus, what the fuck, your post is about art and good stuff and burning man, and no bitching! ~ Are you going to continue with your project? I sure hope so.... I've had my share of knocks and I did not give in and I hope you are able to do the same. ~ i kinda' liked the social experiment that IPJ was. Question your reality. ~ Do you need any help? ~ I can help! :-) ~ You have been listening to FKO Radio Pctures and before we sign off we’d like to remind everyone out there in virtual playa mind ALL YOUR BURNINGMAN ARE BELONG TO US Goodnight and Fuck Your Day, in a very good way. (end of transmission)

Constructive Criticism

fucko — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 16:44:52 GMT

Many of the things said about me can not possibly be untrue. I trust their is enough brilliant, clever honest people among us that all things come out in the wash. (Except maybe a random sock or two). So , to those who have suggested that I have not the ears to listen to the community... I Fucko, do hereby solemnly swear to take into account and give great consideration to each and every word expressed against me as listed below, to the best of my ability and with sincere intent. The Constructive Criticism Troll spammer attention-whore. self-congratulatory egomania threatened by women fit throwing insulter sad delusional.. Fuck so little going on in their real life crap un-positive attention seeking, "lying" prankster a legend in his own mind to start with. deluded, AND a joke..... shut the hell up The Black hole of worthless discourse fuckwad loudmouthed prick laughingly pontificating the Jerry Springer of Tribe. abuser such an ass. lameness. Lame, lame, lame. little worm. nit wit sick joke drama llama bratty kids bad upbringin' you suck jackass desperate for attention antiquated binary bullshit attention-whore hater misogynist little boy a joke ass wanker creepy Dildo evil defiler lying charade pedantic arrogant long-winded needing medication wasted upon lack of conceptions and comprehension excuses his behaviors egotistical rhetoric.... lower lifeform deserves disrespect deserves no consideration egomania tagger brass, clanging, virtual balls snobbish art-nazi horseshit. hyper-hormonal teenage boy rather tiresome joke involving hands on cocks. teeeeeeeny tiny little dick Micro-mouse-dick. pre-pubescent-esque dick wad IT overcompensation horse shit drama bullshit ordinary man un-genius pathetic crap masturbatory, male-centered physical gratification concept resents women no balls subterfuger manipulator wormy little liar foolish manboy not a REAL man hypocritical mud slinging a totally clueless judgmental self-involved sexist jackass. immature, insecure, naive, uneducated, humorless, *asshole* underdeveloped person with poor qualities twisted man self-centered brat travesty disgusting tonnage of bad vibe chunk of shit in the punchbowl of community interaction puppetmaster slash and dash bad behavior I thank everyone from the bottom of my heart for helping me become a better person. oxoxo fucko

SEX, LIES AND my life as a Burning Woman

fucko — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 05:40:43 GMT

FKO”s , Handjobs and my life as a Burning Woman “Don't take life too seriously. You'll never get out alive.” - Bugs Bunny Bugs Bunny is my idol. He is the greatest fucko on earth. His skills at belovingly mocking the seriousness of life is beyond measure. I have found only a handful of people in life that understand the profound magnitude of his effect on our western culture. What started as Empire dry wit from England, bugs turned into blatant insult to injury. There is a philosophy to not taking life seriously. Those of us who actively practice it in forms know all to well, how much against the grain it is. Bugs is no stranger to protesters. He has been attacked as being too violent for the New Model Politically Correct Army of concerned citizens. I think it is ignorance that perpetuates a sense of fuax importance in the world. I say fuax because I mean fake. Yes, I said it. I think most people worship fake shit. It’s stupid. No person I thinkt much of thinks much about the OJ simpson trial, who’s singing on American idol and whether or not Paris Hilton is wearing panties this week. It’s stupid. But I like Godzilla. Got a collection of every movie and you don't get much more fanboy than knowing the name of the guy who wrote the theme music for a movie with a rubber lizard. And that’s the irony isn't it?. I am one of us. I can not escape it. The greatest irony in my life is that people can be offended by a cartoon and and my art. The following information has been brought to you by a guy who thinks a lot about ways to creatively express himself on the internet to a bunch of people who like to rave it up in the dessert. I’ve pulled a lot of hard core pranks in my time but this one is a dosey. “My, I'll bet you monsters lead innnnteresting lives.” - Bugs Bunny So how fucking shallow of a person do you have to be to find what happens in an imaginary environment offensive? Apparently, just as shallow as your average modern day Burningman goer. You see, my latest prank involves me lying. Outright dishonesty. I have been net living, as a woman named Interplanet Janet. Not my most creative of pranks but I tried to make the most of it. More importantly, this prank has opened my eyes to a number of sincerely open minded people, and more than a few people so shallow, you could write a one word novel about them called “scared”. Interplanet Janet is a woman ego puppet who I decided would act as my attempt to better understand the female of our species and bait perverts (in the bad sense) in the Burningman community. Why the Burningman community? Cause I am a part of it, good bad and ugly. “Jumpin' without a parachute? Kinda dangerous, ain't it?” - Bugs Bunny I’ve always been a bit curious to know what the other half lives like but to be honest, from what I can tell, men have it much better. Society is built by men for men. I hate knowing that butI can’t say I chose to be a guy either so.. my guilt is at a minimum. I can not also but admit that from what I can tell, by and large, men and women live in different cultures. Gender cultures at the least. There are PHD’s that even say so. Last summer my wife turned me onto the work of Deborah Tannen. Author of several books and veteran of the educational lecture circuit. Her book “You just don’t understand!” is an attempt to better acquaint people with the proposition that men and women communicate in different styles. Now as an art theorist, I’ve read my fair share of books dealing with languages , expression, symbol, signal and meaning behind communication. This doctor has her shit together. Which is this man’s way of saying, I found her approach and contribution to my knowledge very appreciated. For those of you who find Men are from Marz and Women are apparently from the suburbs of America, Tannen’s work makes that idiot look like an amateur of embarrassing proportions. Also, if any of you ever feel the need to find out the real reason why Dr. Phil, Dr. Luara and Dr. Ruth all seem like they are insulting your intelligence, read this book. It will at the very least give you the impression that some people actually do study human behaviors with the intention to improve our lives, more than make money off of us. “OOH! Look at four-legged airplane!” - Bugs Bunny Bugs...Janet.. where was I? Oh yeah, so I I got to thinking about what I could learn by giving the impression of being a woman on tribe. I had a feel assumptions about my profile hits going way up and random men asking me to be their friend simply because I was a woman. I assumed that most people on tribe use their interest as a front to do what they really what to do which is date, hook up and brose through pictures hoping to score a naked person. I was guessing really. This is a detour from my life as a FKO. In my FKO personae, I try real hard not to do a lot of self promotion. It goes against the art. I can use my reputation but I do not allow myself to pimp my own fame. I also keep my non Burningman life out of the mix. My family is very precious to me and I fear risking their safety for my interacting with people I don’t know. I Pretty much keep my FKO presence on exploring what it means to be an art activist and a community member solely interested in promoting awareness, art and resource. After five years, I can say, I’m happy and my project have been extremely successful and fulfilling. But this project/prank was altogether different. I put together a character. A believable character that is a lie. A total breech of trust. A trap. Kinda like the solar nets that capture space particles that can be analyzed by the voyager probes. I wanted to snare the truth. “Here I go with the timid little woodland creature bit again. It's shameful, but...ehhh, it's a living.” - Bugs Bunny I started with an old profile I had abandoned a few years ago when I thought my e mail address went cold. This I thought would give the character some credibility. I picked a woman about my age to make the thought seem more plausible. I named her Inter planet Janet as a throw to School House Rock. It’s a great tune if you can get you hand on it. I choose the space theme as it related to my NASArt project and I found lots of pictures of girls in metallic outfits that I could suggest were me and my girlfriends. Then I started posting. Little here little here, little there. http://people.tribe.net/a152bfce-a64b-4014-8bcf-f803f926badd?_click_path=Application%5Btribe%5D.Person%5Ba152bfce-a64b-4014-8bcf-f803f926badd%5D At first, My profile hits did go up, but nothing dramatic. No friend request. I thought maybe I picked a woman who was too ugly. Or maybe the community was filled with people not interested in what I assumed they did. I emailed a few of my closer friends and shared my secret with them and asked them to be my friend to boost my friend count to maybe increase my validity a bit. Still not too much action. I got a few remarks from some people but nothing that I did not already get as a guy. So I pulled out the big guns. I dropped the J bomb. Ready folks? Here we go. 5.. 4.. 3. 2.. 1.. blast off. I announced that my friends and I would be giving away handjobs to anyone who made art at Burningman. Handjob Janet was born. http://bm.tribe.net/thread/9360a5c6-129f-48a7-843e-0d975c660cfc I though for sure I would be able to bait the dirty old bastards who lurk around the Burningman tribe, into giving me dirty pictures of themselves, and catch them sending me lewd messages, perverted propositions and all manner of filth, that I could latter use to out these shitheads with all the evidence, complete with profile addresses and exerts. My profile hits went through the roof. I started at 98 and as of today I have over 800 profile hits in less than a month. I have had dozens of friend request , 8 photo comments and over forty personal messages. Janet was an overnight hit! But something was amiss. The dirty old men messages I was expecting , I must admit, never really came. I did get a few, but even they were somewhat polite, fun orientated and even respectful. None of the “I’m holding my cock stuff.” Only the “ I love your ideas and if you are ever up my way I love to meet with you.” kinda stuff. The only dirty old man comments I got were really confined to the actual thread of Burningman. Rude comments and mockery. Much of the same stuff I’m guilty of as FKO. Most of these men were polite if not a bit desperate and genuinely inquiry minded. Almost everyone opted to test my willingness to be open with sentences like “ I know you do not know me but ... “ and “ I find you very interesting and support your ideas.” I got few offers to do photography shoots, three interview invitations and several” I’m working on a similar art project maybe we can collaborate” I did get one guy who wanted desperately to let him photograph me and the space Cadet's Pussies, but he had a big public portfolio with similar stuff and was a working professional photographer. Another guy started to ramble on about Tantra and free love but he seems more interested in just letting me know that sexual identity was nothing to be ashamed of. What the fuck? I even went so far as to actually ask for pictures of guys dicks to see if they would send me any, but they did not. In fact, when I got pushy they all turned off. I wonder if it was my age or if it was my demeanor that made these guys reluctant to assert themselves but I did not receive the amount of lurker filth I assumed was out there. “I knew I shoulda taken that left turn at Albuquerque!” - Bugs Bunny Even a few of the guys I was sure would fall for the bait, didn’t. I suspected that maybe Janet wasn’t very attractive, maybe she needed to appear younger, or maybe she needed to act dumber or nicer, but for whatever reason, these guys just seems to treat her the same way they treat FKO. Respectfully and sometimes with a long stick. I can’t tell if men in this culture are genuinely this sweet or if they are so fearful of being accused of “dirty old man talk” that they put up a strong safe image to start off with and turn slowly into creeps after a while, but in any case, I did not get any pressing dirt from the men in the Burningman tribe. Even the guys who were against the idea of handjobs for artist never really pressed the point beyond a few remarks. Of course, that did not stop people from submitting their proposals so they could collect a prize. Right now I have thirty seemingly legitimate art proposals. Most of them quite thoughtful and inventive and having nothing to do with sex. It seems you can inspire artwork and win the support of non artist after all. That is, until I posted to the Burning Woman tribe. Whooeee! Paydirt! http://burningwoman.tribe.net/thread/b973a164-4f26-4942-bbc1-b59994f3eeaf “Of course you realize this means war!” - Bugs Bunny To be honest , I had reservations about posting there. Because I do not feel like I can identify with them very much (seeing how I have a dick and all) I thought I could make several unintentional mistakes and would be outed as a man rather quickly. But then again, I thought if I really wanted to explore this project to a great degree, I would have to take the risk. So I posted the same thread to Burning Woman tribe and that’s when I discovered some very interesting things about this woman’s micro culture. The very shallow part of me found out that these bitches are so fucking self delusioned they are beyond community and have moved onto the status of a cult. But the deeper side of me has a wider view. First of all, I made lots of mistakes as a woman. I did not anticipate that there are protocols for posting in woman circles. Protocols I did not follow. The first mistake was not posting in other threads first. Apparently if you are a stranger, with no prior post history in the tribe, many woman feel invited to treat you like a spammer. This is not that big of a surprise as it happens in other tribes as well. but I thought because it was a “burningman tribe” the welcome mat would be a bit wider. No dice. These women went right into mockery and jokes without any hesitation or remorse. Second mistake I made was assuming that if I started responding to their post, they would back off the attacks and see me as a valid person. BIG SHOCK! NO FUCKING WAY. Not only did I not get in the door of acceptance, as soon as I defended myself and threw some dirt of my own, I was jumped on by the other members of the tribe. It seems the more attention I drew to my attackers, the more solidarity they felt incited to produce. I was called a prostitute, my project was called “insulting to artist and woman”. They threw the book at me. Even a few people with who the tribe was familiar with who came to my defense were given cold shoulders. “Don't think it hasn't been a little slice of heaven...'cause it hasn't!” - Bugs Bunny I could not believe my eyes. This is such a huge click. Such a wall of protectionism. It started an avalanche of questions within me. What are they protecting? Why gang up on a subject rather than just ignore it? Why the hostility? Why can’t just one of these people address the actual project? This got really surreal. As janet, I was accused of everything from attcking otehr women for having opinions and even disrespecting the tribe by arguing with women who had up to thta point been nothing but nice. Ladies, if you are reading, know this. If a guy saidn this to another guy “ You must be worng becuase everybody here was nice till you showed up.” Not only would you get laughed out of the building, you might get a Bill and Ted reputation too. Argument sounded like elemerty school play yard stuff. “You suck” “why?” “Cause I don’t like you.” “Do you happen to know what the penalty is for shooting a fricaseeing rabbit without a fricaseeing rabbit license?” - Bugs Bunny I started asking my female friends about it, and referring to some of my books about woman's studies and all I could deduce was that I had outed myself as a symbol that challenge the “image” of what these woman believe to be their definition of “proper woman” I’ll say that again. I think they were hostile because they saw me (Janet) as a threat against the “idea “ of a healthy woman. This idea is so far removed from man culture, I can not even begin to identify with it. The closest example I have in male culture is the gay issue. Many men become violently aggressive towards homosexuality. But no man I have ever met at Burningman falls under this definition. I thought these women percieved Janet as a woman who was giving away the goods, degrading the name of women and somehow threatening letting the womanhood out of the bag and into the public somehow. “Eeeeeeh, watch me paste that pathetic palooka with a powerful, pachydermous, percussion pitch.” - Bugs Bunny So I gave it a walop. I started my News reports. They way I figured it, if it was a women issue I could shine the light on it and study people’s reactions. If it was a tribe thing, they would simply snub me off as a guy in a different tribe sticking his nose in their business. If it was about protecting the “idea” woman, there should be something more. “The way I run this thing you'd think I knew something about it.” - Bugs Bunny What happened next was a real lesson for me in how different men in this culture are from woman. I made Janet post the trap. Many of the women has asserted that they were supportive of my right to do whatever, but they simply disagreed with me. So I tossed that support back in their corner to see if it was true. I made a post that asked them for their advice. Thinking that they would feel like I respected their opinions and thus accept me as someone who needs guidance. Give them the upper hand. No fucking way. I got more of the same, “get the fuck out of here” treatment. Not only did I get it as Janet, but these women went fucking ballistic on me as FKO. “Get the fuck out!” “Duchebag” these are just a few of the sweeter comments lobed at me. One woman actually tore down her thread just to get me off of it. I knew I struck gold! http://bm.tribe.net/thread/e2ddf5ae-c490-45a9-86f1-b87884b28f2a http://bm.tribe.net/thread/452c9f5e-4d51-4f73-bdd3-b3ca9c2eb4d2 They hated the limelight. It was the ultimate in betrayal apparently. They hate public scutany. The public eye. It’s all insecurity over the phantom image of womanhood. “Image”. http://burningwoman.tribe.net/thread/e4fcb41d-b01a-4fc4-8998-44f5586c212c But still the Questions remained. Why? Why was I getting this “Image issue” from these women, but not the more individual women in the Burningman tribe itself? I don’t have the answer to that, but it is my guess that there is enough negative portrayal of women in our culture that does favor women to suggest they have been beaten enough to smell a newspaper when it is nearby. I can’t really blame them for being a bit protectionist and playing the hard rule to the hilt. They get enough shit in real life that I trust they know how to take care of themselves. Janet was a prank and a lot of them probably smelled it more than knew it. “Gee, ain't I a stinker?” - Bugs Bunny In the end, I did get a lot of support from individual women, some of whom even invited me to be their friends. To be honest, many of the Burningman Women did eventually express some support of me and the project despite their objections, and overall, I think that if this had been a sincere project, it would have gone over very smoothly and safely. I was very happy t see that there is still some evidence of radical acceptance in a group I feared has lost all tolerance for challenging ideas. I even had both men and women sincerely offering to help out giving away handjobs! I was looking for perverts, what I found was a lot of people still willing to put their neck on the line for art. This puts a deep smile on my face. “I know this defies the law of gravity, but I never studied law!” - Bugs Bunny So what did I learn about women by pretending to be one? A few things. Firstly, women cab be protectionist through thick and thin. Not easily swayed by logic, rational or understanding. They are far more slaves to their emotional states that their male counterparts. Secondly, the “idea” of a acceptable woman may not be passive, but it sure isn't pushy. As a man I can say all kinds of aggressive statements including defending myself and only a few people will speak up to me, but as a women, I was called a “pushy bitch” a “dike” a “whore” , “bossy” and otherwise treated like I was spreading racist propaganda. Apparently women are not supposed to be too agressive. Thirdly, women are far more protectionist of established women’s groups and gatherings then their male counter parts. And fourthly, that I would make a horrible female. I just don’t have the guts for it. If I had to stick around the Burning woman’s group and spend the energy and time to turn my reputation into a supportive network of friends, I would quite tribe. I’m just not that tough. “What an embezzle! What an ultramaroon!” - Bugs Bunny So in conclusion, beside pulling another super prank on the community, I had learned only a little more about my community , except that there is hope for radical thinking still left in us. I just wouldn’t throw the Burning Woman any surprises and expect it to get past the front door. Now I have to go through the unpleasantly of coming clean to everyone. That’s gonna suck but , I think it’s worth it. “If it's the Captain's Mess, let him clean it up.” - Bugs Bunny I think my hero Bugs Bunny would be proud. Especially since he was the first drag queen I ever laid lusty eyes upon. Who says Cartoons don’t warp us? “Shhhhhhhh! I'm about to defy you.” - Bugs Bunny oxoxo fucko

BUNRINGMAN DREAMING

fucko — Wed, 11 Jun 2008 16:58:20 GMT

I have not biaught a ticket. But I am making plans to go to the playa this tear, in full force with some tricks up my sleeve. Firstly I am teaming up with the honorable BellBoy and crew of Brigit Camp and it seems there might actually be a Blacklight Ball this year At Bunringman. The event is being worked out in joint effort with a woman named Cec and Brigit herself and is tenatively called: ULTRAPINK. Details to follw but of course, you are all invited to fucking BRING IT! I have also , in deviousness started my F.K.O. Robotics Program with various adventures in Cardboard robots, bottle rocket science and psychonuat explorations. I see a cardborad robot orgy of some type in there somewhere with breakdancing, glory holes and a Robot Rumble. I have expanded my fire sculpture from wire to sheet metal and have a dragon all built up to use as target practice with super soakers and white gas. Not for the faint of heart. I have a notion of doing the TOON TOWN DISCO. At least on one night I will announce a party that will include but not limited to,the most insane and twisted dance party you have ever attended with FKO Radio Pictures Pressents, projection videos Think my mind on a screen), music, ( think DR. Demento on Acid), and a participation board filled with the most ridiculous and truley brave dances you can think of. "Let your ass hang out dance" "Horny Robot Dance" "Dirty Self Dancing" "Everybody Footloose" "Hanky Panky Hookey Pokey You get the idea. More to cum. oxoxo Fucko and the Disasters

WARME

fucko — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 17:10:25 GMT

I' m sorry this post is more personal than usual and less valuable to you all but I have to get this out somehow. Am I the enemy? Cause I sure have enough examples of people turning away from me. It would be easy enough to say that Im very aggressive and that is enough to turn most people in this day and age off. But the question arrises. Do I spend time and energy to trying to win peoples favor or do I accept that my honest nature is going to leave me out of the social accepted loop? Happy self/few friends? fake exterior/greater acceptance? \None of this would be much of an issue, except that now I have a family. Families flourish with lots of friednly support. Here, I am driven to be more likeable in order to provide more exposure and resource into my family. I have lost friends to things like me being too honest, aggressive and frankly, my interest are a bit, well off the beaten path where very few people enjoy treading. I dont golf. My life scares. The long version. Many years ago, something snaped in me. I just woke up. From that day to every since, I get the wierdest looks from people. Not the same looks when I was a Boy Scout, a Soilder or a Fire Fighter. I now get the looks that people give homeless people, religious fanatics and salesmen. What changed? What snapped?Why did I start losing friends then but start living more happily? Let me tell you about near-death experience. I'm not going to entertain you with the story. No spoonful of sugar here. No, this is a story of awakening. Let me tell you about my three deaths. My second first death came from a rafting trip. I was sacred. The spider bite me at work we lost control of headed strait into boulders that were spliting the river like a rocket cuts through the atmosphere. Just after my head smacked against the grannit I had just enough time to think about how my paralized body felt relaxed and how at least I was going to die doing something I loved. I gave thanks for my family and then fainted. I awoke on the side of the river with a giant headache, a bleeding gash and my legs bruised beyond belief. I walked out of the river basin thinking, "If that had been my last moment on earth, it was a nice way for an adventurer to die. Better to live every moment as my last." My second death was in Combat. It came without warning except for the fact there was combat going on. I was completely healthy, awake, alert and to be honest doing nothing that is normally considered dangerous. One moment I was running, and the next moment I just did not exist. It was that quick. No warning, no life flash, no pain, no dreams no nothing. My next moment was like waking from a dreamless sleep. Three days later. I sure felt alive after that. Mu guts felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to every organ in my body. But my mind felt like a fog had lifted. I begane to see exactly what I had taken for graneted in life. Exactly what was bullshit and exactly what was truth(According to me, of course). It also made me highly sensitive to what motivates things. What the underlying drives and motives of other people. It was my frist real empahty. I could pay more attention to what was happening, than what was being said or shown. For the first time in my life I felt like I could see the world for what it really was. It was gigantic. It was truly awesome. I hide my awareness away. I was afraid that it would get me into truoble. I did not know what to do. I only knew I would never take life for granted, nor disillusion myself with a false sense of security. My third death came in a spider bite. I was at work. Before the poisen took ahold of my arm I was rushed to the Emergency room where I was monitored. As the doctors tried to explain the risk, the venom started to creep into my shoulder and into my heart. I knew this was all a prelude to my death.being a medic in the military , my two prvious encountere with the fragility of life, I recognised the familiar pattern. I had a good hour to ponder my life and feel my slipping grasp of control over it's future. I was ok. I felt like I had lived a good life. everybody I loved knew it. My adventures were way beyond the imagination of my youth. I had done the best I could with what I had and been blessed with good fortune. I felt lucky to even had lived this long. First, just before you go unconscious, you are just living your life. Same as always. There is no warning that you are about to experience a life altering event. You may be involved in a struggle and even in great pain, but your life may not "feel" threatend. There is no warning, no angle of death, no slow motion experience where your life flashes before your eyes in nice, neat profound symbolic imagery. There is a moment just before to go unconscious where you have just enough time to think something like this "Oh shit, I'm going to die, There is nothing I can do about it." I am driven to follow one very simple premise. " The world will end one day, my life will end much sooner. How any creture of earth spends it's time, is a reflection of how much they appreciate the gesture of life." I am no rebellion. I am a reformist. I do not seek to overthorw life. I am not interested into making people miserable, or hurting them or causeing them pain. I do not enjoy anger or hatred punishment. I seek to make life better, not through dissent but through challenge, confrontation and successful obstacle negotiation. I seek to engage life. However there are side effects of this "engagement". I am not towing the status qou. I do not behave. I hold onto things that many people have walk away from. I am guilty of beating dead horses. Fighting lost causes. I am not quiet. I am not easy going. I am not passive. I am very dileberate about my scoial/cultural and inter personal actions be them friendly or un-freindly. I affront anything that I see as needing it. I am calm and calulating about causing nessesary trouble, negative culture jamming and reformation fusion. I do not believe peace is achieved through passsive acceptance. I believe success is acheived through action. Through brilliance, and intolerance of things opposed to peace but most of all action. I am opposed and take actions against things like possesion, entitlement, assuptive logic, hopes, fears and desires becuase I think they create false senses of sucruities and self dillusions about real relationships between people, objetcs and conditions. I think the problem with our culture is not hate, or crime or money. I think the problem is lack of education, habitual ignorance, blind faith and a lack of self awareness. I do'nt think we should be handing out hugs to people, I think we should be handing out mirrors, satilite photos of the ozone layer and books on the philosophy of human ethics. I think people need less rules and regulation and more encouragement to understand more things in a more meaningful way. My activism is privately justified. I am not endorsed by any reputable group, organisation or recognisable system. I am a rouge activist on a mission to do things out of the ordinary on things more out of the ordinary. I know it sounds all a bit self centered. I am nobody which is exactly why I feel driven to proceed. I can not feed my popularity, or income or importance with these task. Who ever heard of an art activist? Who ever succeeded at anything by being fececious, snarky and aggressive? How on Earth does a person encourage peace on Earth by embracing the very actions that generally cause conflicts? It all seems to be manifest of anger does'nt it? I must be angry at something, right? Mommy didn't hold me enough. Somebody did'nt like my art work? I must be fustrated at my own lack of abilty to produce acceptance and external validation, right? Anyone as hostile as me must be working out some serious persoanl issues, right? "Bryan, you don't need to creatively express yourself with fuckoism. You need professional therapy." Right? Maybe. I've considered it heavily. I can see it, It makes sense. Maybe I'm just acting out. Maybe I just tell myself (and everyone else) that this aggressive output is a conscious decision based on what I believe to be an actuall solution to the horrors of this life to avoid accepting it is really just a projection of my own insecurities. Maybe there is no validity or usefulness to embracing that which is most frightning and obscure. Maybe there is no good reason to explore what it means to celebrate one's own hypocracies, situational ethics and the ironies of life. Nobody in the mainstream does this outloud. This kind of thinking is for college students and homeless people, right. Embrace conflict? Celibrate insults? Explore insecurities who does this? Show us the proof. Wher are the statistics? Who else is behind this sort of life approach? What great leader of men ever advocated mockery as a teram of endearment? What great civilization ever survived by promoting art as a major way of communication and understanding? What great example is ther to back any notion that exercising extreme truthfulness between people creates peace of any kind? That's the problem isn't it. No endorsment no trust. Nobody trust that which is out of the ordinary, or easily understood or familiar. How can we? I get it. I offend and affront people. People, all healthy people gravitate towards security (percieved or actuall) and move away from things deemed insecure, harmful or dangerous. In many cases, security is simply the differnce between familularity or not. This is becuase most people's sense of security (or lack of) is driven by their senses or enviroment and situation. It's primal. But some people dirive their security from their self awareness. A trust of their own self enviroment and ability to influence situations. There are lots of people like this. They are the men and women who can walk into a bruning building without seizing up with fear. They are the people who walk towards what is right (perception) and not what is safe. I am one of these people. Not completely by choice. I discovered my disposition over a series of unfortunate situations. I have walked into a burning building, marched into combat and jumped off the cliff. My ego is not so big I can not see how nature gets most of the credit for my fealessness. But does that make me an enemy of the people? Should people be frightened of me? Maybe they should be. It takes all types to have a planet. But fearlessness is not the only reason to fear me. I have a high IQ with a low income which I use to judge the world. I am unpredictable, opinionated, self rightouse, fiendishly intrusive, incredibly selfish and addicted to my own freedoms. I have on too many occassions, illustrated that I am not only capable of stepping on other people's feelings, beliefs and actions, I am occasionally driven to do so on purpose. Maybe worst of all, I am very aggressive about expressing myself and pursueing my own happiness, even at the expence of common scocial graces, cultural sensitivities and personal assumptions. I do not believe in anything is so sacred that it deserves to be accepted as faith. Everything in my book is negotiable. But that does not mean I think in the middle of the road. It just means I understand that different perpectives promote different preference. But some of my preferences have remained not only fairly constant, they have grown more convicted over time , the more they get tested. I think spiritualism is silly. I completely disrespect all forms of blind authority, es[ecially without accountability. I have little tolerannce for self dillusions, ego stroking and gossip. My skin crawls at the dominance of accepted commertialism in this day and age. I am saddened by people's lake ofunderstanding about manufacturing, resource and medical skills. I throw up when I think about how economy polictics are used wage war agaist other countries. I hate people's lack of self awareness as individuals, community members and global inhabitants when compared to their own self importance. I am disapointed with global awareness about philosophy, creative expression, education and most of all situational ethics. I know and trust that everyone on the planet does at some time or anouth "feels" different from other people. But I am also aware that some people "are different"! These people get the full brunt of social shunning, cultural resistance and outright attacks. Differences are used by the "many" to justify a means and reason to oppose the "few" . In America, might is right. It is suported in out pre-ordained leagal system, our dominant monotheic religions and even the way democracy is carried by majority vote. Popularity rules. The laws that protect this instituion have grown to be expressed in all four corners of our nation. It shows through our news, our stores, our entertainment our education. A country of "scicial norms". Even those things that are considered fringe and alterative need those popular labels in order to avoid getting the full brunt of public mistreatment. In this way, I am fucked. My internal beliefs that mix with my external behaviors are doomed in this day and age to be viewed as enemy by a populist perspective. This would be a great asset if I was trying to make myself important by being special, but sadly this is not the case. I am only trying to live my life according to what I can recognise as "truth". Truth about me, truth about you and truth about us. Truth not rights. Truth and I live by truths by exposing and playing with those things I percieve as lies. I use lies and silly and sarcasm to expose to truth behind things. This is the Fucko. This is the Court Jesture to the king of the world. There is a drive in me to use irony to creatively express truth. This luanching me into the obsucre. It confuses people. I end up being that guy who goes on about art as if it were more than a hooby but if it was really important more people would think so. When I talk about my beliefs about conscious self awareness being super seeding " feelings" as a pre-requiset to all meaningful interpersonal relationships, the subject turns to me insulting other people's "feelings". It challenges people. I end up bieng that guy who demeans other people's feelings and disrespects other people's right to be intuitive people if they want to. I don't recieve the "I think I would prefere us to be better strangers" talk. Instead I get Slowly but almost surley pushed out of the picture. A niceity of non attendance, no direct messages and ultimatly, orbital relationships that will spin out of the way to avoid any contact. I get that nice un avoidable smile at a party no one could avoid. " Hi, how are you. How is the art going?". " Great. It's going great! You don't have to worry about it at all. In fact you helped my art become about how people enforce distance with things that are percieved differnt from them, so thank you. I wanted to thank you before you ran away agian." It's the dilivery. Everyone says so. "Bryan It's not the message, it the way you diliver it. It's so condecending, and mean. You step on others beliefs and then expect them to like you but people are sensitive. You can't step on their nerves and expect them to ask for more." And that's it isn't it? I ofend therefore deserve exclusion. I earned it did'nt I. It's just like grade school. If you can't say something nice. don't say anything at all. Just sit down, shut up and play the game. Play the game. Cater to the ego. Help people "feel" important, liked and desireable to win their trust, their consideration to activate their willingness to engage you. Make the "feel". It doesn't matter if it's fake. It's all about presentation. The package. The package. It is this package that I see the evil in every harm that befalls the poor, the weak the genuinly disabled. The package is what allows the public to destroy other people. Package the war, package the shooping, package the news, package the ethicsm package the enetertainment, package the problems, packege the solutions. This is insanity. It is the package that prevents people form seeing the truth. The truth that all things are intercoonnected, and complex, and confusing, and unknowable, and knowable and accesable and beyond reach, and not able to be put in a package without cutting it from whatever it is connected to. The thing that offend people about me the most is not that I have a diffent viewpoint, it is that I understand "why" I have a view point. My responsibility to know why I believe what I believe and why I do what I do expresses itself to others and then they feel guilty, or intimidated or fearful that they too must be responsible for the "why" and they have not. They have been too busy, clibming the ladder to think about why. They have been to busy shopping the "why" away. To busy being fed the "why " on TV, at parties, in the popular approvable. The populace "why" is always the same~ "Everybody does what I do. I am not so normal not to be important, but normal enough not to be a wacko." If this is your why, chances are, we will be better strangers. You will put me with all the other people who you do not "feel" connected too. But you'll have to package it, and since I'm so aggressive, the package is so simple. I am an Asshole. A braggart, a know it all, a self centered egotist who has more enemies than just me. Lots of people dislike fucko. It must be for a good reason. I am the enemy. But feel no pity for me. Becuase I am about to share something with you that will make everythiing all right. I feel loved. I "feel" love. In fact, I live a life filled with a lot more love that I ever expected. Maybe even more than I deserve. Actually when It come down to it, my life is privlidged, soem would say fortunate or blessed. I live a golden life in a golden age. Top of the worl. Even with all the troubles, my life is truley happy. Happy for some very specific reasons. Firstly, I am calmed by knowing that the majority of my life has been spent with access to excess. I have always had more than most people on the planet. I have lived healthier and happier than most all people who have ever lived on the planet. I was fortunate to live beyond my upbringing and education. I am fortunate enough to come out of war that was not even in my own nation, with not only all my limbs intact but enough of my mind left to expore my own adventures. I am fortunate to have enough of a physical structure to get laid occassionally. I am firtunate enough to be gifted at understanding how things are understood, how they are transfered to others and how improve learning, teaching and practice of things as wide as art and as specific as swimming. I am content both in my own company and in the company of strangers. I really have a hard time relating to the term "bored". I live in a world with access to information, ideas and people both inside and outside my everyday life. I have freinds whom have made conscious decision to share their lives with me in a truthful and intimate way. But one of the biggest ways in which I am comorted by my privleged position is this I do not live in fear. I have no worries about death, or direction. I see this time on Earth as a privledge that I have tried with all my humility and might to appreciate it by celebrating it. My only regret is that some of those things have been done without my ability to co-operation with others. in fact at times I have waged war against many of you my brothers and sisters. It is my ability to war that causes me grif. This same ability was an asset when I was a soilder, a firefighter, an artist, but a detriment as a friend, a brother or a son. Richard the third complex? I have no idea. To be perfectly honest, I don't have the foggiest odea how best to serve any of you. I never have. This is not a poor, ple, and ity of me sentiment. I trust the universe have some use for all of me, even if I can not see it. this is the only faith I have, That all hings were set in motion a long time ago. This is leteral. I'm doing the best I can with what I think is best and trust it. I am as aware and diliberate and conscious about every aspect of my life as I can be and I really believe deep withing my heart that the fuckoism, the extreme honestly, the agression and the dedication to this art activism, is the best I have to offer. I don't know how else to be. If this makes me an enemy, then I guess I will be the best enemy I can. I am sorry if it rubs any of you less than you think you deserve. Maybe more importantly,at this age, I know I am doomed to be one of those, obscure people. I am damned after all.

Gimme that Fucking Glowstick!

fucko — Fri, 23 May 2008 19:12:17 GMT

So I've been troll hunting inthe Burningman Tribe. I managed to chase down three assholes, and tear them new ones. All super go go monkey fucking and doll disco with Tex Avery Toons meet Fritz the Cat and Heavy Metal. These fake ass hand-fuckers troll for women in bullshit hippy disguises with love soundbites they stole from " sex and the city", parlor tricks and posed camera smiles. FUCKING JUGGLE THIS! Fucking Plastic people. With KMFDM playing in the background stamp out the mate-hunting ants and unmask their silly psuedo spiritual costumes letting out their black hearted inards onto the public domaign. You see! these bastards can not hide their true intentions when suffiecently pushed. Pushed into the light! I'm useing my fucko 2000 watt search light on these assholes. I did'nt even bring out the heavy artillery to suppress the lame ass condecending prevokers of overseriousness and bullshit enrichemnt. Fucking burntard puesdo spiritual wannabe jerk off drones! Ther are here to convince people they care, and they are for the community, and they are beautiful (THROWUP!) When push comes to shove, they spill hate, and desperation and the truth that they are on the make, prowling for some sweet thing to fall into the ruse. Then when called out, they cry "hey, peace love man, Why are you attacking me, I didn't do nothin" That's right you clueless piece of shit. You have'ny done anything. You are not doing anything. You are not going to do anything. As soon as you figure out this tribe thing is a terrible place for scum like you to date, your otta here. On to the next group of seemingly loos moraled individuals. Better to hunt the weak, the old, the loonly, the tired, the insecure. Fucking damaged people preying on other damaged people. BURNINGMAN IS MADE OF WARRIORS! WE EAT THE WEAK! Are these parasites really surprised when someone stands up and punches them? Fuck that shit. They want mercy they should grow some fucking nuts and come clean! Tell the truth you asswipes! They are are only here to fantacize. They have no intention of producing anything. I could Smash these fucking punks ALL DAY LONG! But wait..... Papa has a brand new bag. I'm using new power hippy Bait. Get up! Get on up!

YOU JUST DON'T FUCKING GET IT!

fucko — Tue, 20 May 2008 16:03:42 GMT

The Difference in Understanding RADICAL CREATIVE EXPRESSION In the book "You Just Don't Fucking Get It": Men and Women in Conversation," Brion Neon explains and gives examples of vast situations that men and women, girls and boys, ravers, artist, fire spinners, art car enthusiast, frat boyz, yoga hippies, DPW, Post Office, Stilt Walkers, improv muscians, trannies, fag hags, trust fund runaways, playa barbies and more encounter on a daily basis at Black Rock City. Is there a communication barrier that exists between "Real" Burners? Do participants interpret each other differently when speaking or expressing a sexual thought?   Brion Neon suggest that the difference in conversation stems from the way we are raised as adults. He states,  "Intimacy is key in a world of connection, where individuals negotiate complex networks of friendship, minimize differences, try to reach consensus, and avoid the appearance of superiority, which highlights differences. Being Different is an enemy to intamacy. Independence is the key in the world of status, because a primary means of establishing status is to tell others what to do, and taking orders is a marker of low status. Being the Same is an enemy to independence. Though all humans need both intimacy and independence, some tend to focus on INTAMCY and others on INDEPENDENCE." Is the battle of the sexes really just a the struggles of people who seek to get high and laid through independence ~vs~intamcy?  Boys and girls tend to play in same-sex and opposite group sex and though some activities they play are similar, many of their favorite games also differ. For example, boys tend to play in larger groups, with a leader who tells them what to do. They like to achieve status by grabbing each other on center stage through yelling stories, jokes or challenging the stories of others. Boys games tend to have losers and winners, tops and bottoms. They play with dirty talk, butt plugs, anal grease, train humping, reach arounds, glory holes, rim jobs, bear luv and furrie yiff sex, porn, heavy metal music, leather, heavy machinery and sticking any object into any hole. Girls in contrast, usually play in small groups. Their most popular games are playing house or rope sex, where everyone gets a turn and no one wins or looses. Girls sit and talk most of the time. They are more concerned with being liked rather than achieving status. Girls like kissing, hugging, rubbing against each other, secrete glances, flirty talk, caressing, grooming, dress up, astroglide, massage, massagers, tity squeezing, light hair pulling, comfortable sheets, warm tempatures, hot towels and oral sex.  As adults, women have a reputation for talking too much. Studies show, however, that in public, it is men who talk more than women, talk louder and say the most offensive shit imaginable. For men, home may be a place where they are free because they do not have to compete with people who know the "real them". They can run around and be not the people who they are but the people who the want to be. This might be a display of knowledge and skill and a way of holding center stage through verbal performance or might be simply drinking and fucking to excess to prove how tough they are.. For women, they seem more comfortable speaking at home or in private. Especially since if they said what they were really thinking in public, somebody would slap them. A women's way of establishing connection by exchanging similar stories is also a way to deteming who is on their side, which is essential to upholding the elitist click and groups that form their false sense of importance and security. Men usually believe or think they seek dominant roles, so they can provide themseles with a steady supply of unintertrupted and easily accessible sex supply. Ehereas women lack experience in defending themselves and they may take what the opposite sex says as a personal attack or an invitation to do what they would like to do without anyone else as a witness. This book only goes deeper into the theme that women and men have different ways of talking and expressing their feelings. All conversations have two sides and a couple hundred sexual positions that need to be expolered before death or old age.. Brion Neon discusses gender issue differences in communication when high and super high and makes one of her strongest points when she states, "It is important for couples who are super high, to realize one's partner most likely has a different conversational style than one's own." Couples or opposite sexes need to think of how a message could be heard differently than it was intended. A man may say: "I want to dress up like a tiger and fuck a blow -up doll while you lick my balls from behind" probably means "I want to dress up like a tiger and fuck a blow -up doll while you lick my balls from behind" But if a woman says: " I want you to put on a dress and bend over" probably means " Now you'll see how it feels, asshole." Men and women use language differently in their respective gender cultures. The biggest factor seems to be SEXUAL IMAGINATION  Why men and women express themselves is a mystery. But they are very certain that regardless of ones gender, most communition problems begin a dis-allignment of expectatons and stlye of expression. This is easily managed through ART. Known on the playa as "Radical Self Expression" or "Creative Expression" Brion Neon suggest the best way we can all live and get along with each other is to listen and understand each others sexual drives and realize that there is no afterlife soo... fuck as much as you can , while you can, whomever will let you. This gives both men and women a fair chance at being heard and at the same time respected while they get some. Overall, there will always be a dispute amongst men and women. The best cure for this all is to simply be aware that orgasims are not a priviledge, they are a right. Long Live the Americam Dream.