We all felt empowered, happy, and wild. My thighs were chapped from riding my bike, which kind of made some of the sex a bit uncomfortable. A young couple across from us in matching dinosaur onesies raise their hand. An art installation at Burning Man, Nowhere in the desert basin, or the playa, do all of those elements coalesce more magnificently than in the orgy domean air-conditioned sex haven where guests can visit in groups of two or more. Moments later a man ordering a drink at the bar would demand a spanking from a happy-to-oblige barkeep who proceeded to beat his bare ass until it glowed red with delight. In a way, we became a little sixsome family afterward.
Honestly, sex after a week and a half on the playa is not really all that sexy.
I dress and make my way to a dispensary around the corner of my hotel for some recreationally legal cannabis. I guess I had imagined lots of loud, porn-style, showy sex — but it's not like that at all. Matador's growing Creators Community is the place to connect with fellow travel journalists.