I’m with the freaks

I’m with the freaks. And I mean that in the best possible sense of the word. I like and prefer a freak over a clone any time.

Let me explain. There’s so many different people of all walks of life here in Burning man.

It’s not only hippies and weirdo’s. It’s not only about Sex and Drugs and Rock’n Roll (or Techno), as you might think.

These people are all here, but so is the successful manager who wants to take a real time out and not think about money or time for a few days.

Still, when going out, in the gayborhood or any other village around BRC, I realize there are two types of people.

Those who dress up to be interesting and fabulous, but always to be pretty.

And then there are the freaks. Who don’t care they look totally weird. Defined by whomever.

I’m rather with the freaks than the pretty people. The ones who express themselves the way they feel and think they are. Not the beauty clones who still seem to have their perceived perception of the others in the back of their minds.

Don’t know where that came from. Just thought I’d share.

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