Every year at the end of March, 20,000 lesbians from around the world fly into the Californian desert for five days of debauchery.
It’s a surreal experience: for a few days the world is turned upside down, the minority is suddenly the majority. Everywhere you look, lesbians are smiling, drinking, dancing, kissing. There are a few men around — staff working the event and guys who have been dragged along by lesbian friends — but they are hard to spot. It’s basically entirely queer women in attendance.