So, let me tell you some Burning Man stories... Right, well. Most of y'guys know what Burning Man is, I suppose. For those that don't, a super unjustified description is that it's a week long festival, in the dessert, 90% filled with hippies and acid. I love it.  It's also very huge, in the shape of a horse shoe, and no matter how many years you go, you'll never see everything in one trip. Most people bring bikes and shit t'get around, or homemade rides. Anyway, y'girl here went, made some new friends, one of which had a niece who was a first timer.  We'll call her.. Tubatha.  Something about Burning Man you should know, is there's lot's of love, lot's of sharing, and you'll see a dozen or so topless ladies. You need to bring your own shit. But the sharing is a common courtesy. Some people hand out water, some hand out little candies, homemade bracelets, necklaces, etc. You can also get free coffee, but food and liquids, you're own supplies, is YOUR job. My  new friend, I'll call him Tom, was pretty fit. Kind'a the so-skinny-they-have-a-six-pack sort of thing. We hung out most of the day's and he'd drag Tubatha along, informing her of the festivities. We weren't ten tents along when Tubs was out of breath, twenty tents along and she REEKED. Like every bit of junkfood she ever ate was sweating out of her glands. At this very moment, we came across a few girls that were topless, just walking by, and she had so much to say.  Tubs "We're allowed to have our shirts off?" "Well, yeah, there's not a lot of written rules." Tubs "I could never do that! I'm too curvy, my boobs are too large. They're lucky they have the figure of ten year old boys."  Sigh.  Later on, when we were on our own, she was questioning about drugs, the Burning Man statue, and eventually about the orgy tent. Went on a "I bet I could go in and hop on the hottest dude in there and he'd be glad. Most of the girls I've seen probably have their ribs poking out on him."  About the middle of the week, I found Tom and Tubs once again, Tom looking quite distraught because they're food was running pretty low, so quick. When she wasn't looking he said she was eating in the middle of the night, and since they've got here she's refused to use any of the standing showers. That day I saw here twice go to booths, grab a HANDFUL of their "Take one," candies, and then ask Tom and I to grab some because she's too embarrassed to do it again/be recognized.  Cut forward to recently, I met so many new rad people we decided to add each other on Facebook, have the occasional group chat. I'm such a god damn soul hippy that Cartmen would be proud. Tom messaged me privately linking Tubs Facebook, saying "She wants you to add her. She says you're the only girl she cared for from Burning Man."  Now look, I'm pretty gay, and she seemed one of those hinting gays, that aren't really gay, but attention seeker-y. Tom adds her to the group chat before I ever reply. Just today, someone sent the chat this picture. I said "Awh, you can really see their soul through their happiness."  Tubs goes "Yeah, and you can see their hips through their flesh. They look like they just got out of a concentration camp. I'm proud to be thick, but this is just promoting anorexia," and left the chat.  PS, sorry for using fatgur, haven't been on in awhile and I can't  seem to find Slimgr.