The first time I went to Burningman I went nuts dancing around the man’s pyre. Two feet closer and your skin would sizzle. Ten feet away from the fire and it was freezing. I danced, and spun, and danced and spun. As I got heated up I started taking off clothes. Eventually I was wearing nothing but my brass shaman necklace. Everything but my boots went into the fire. It was amazing: the night air, drums, bodies circling the fire, drums, voices rising and falling, drums, and me swirling in ecstasy.