It started with 30 friends, and has turned into a beautiful community of over 1,000 people. Friendships & relationships have bloomed here, and our consent culture has positively impacted people far beyond our own spheres of influence. The Organ House has turned into a movement to normalize non-monogamy and sexual exploration, and an identity that we are proud to stand by publicly.
Consent nerd, lady boss, connoisseur of fine cheeses. Trek, not Wars. Product Manager by day. Not really blonde. Dreams of seeing her science fiction stories on the silver screen.
Doesn’t know how to drive. Experienced Burner, but gainfully employed. Bred in Alaska. Fan of Fireball. He’s a lover, not a fighter. Internally, we call him “The Fixer,” but everything is still broken.
Moonlights as a party host, gaslights as a lawyer. Entertained by 17th-century european recipes. Loves costumes. Co-owner of Cotton Tail Studio, an Oakland-based rope space, and former house manager of Kinky Salon SF.
New York Jew, computer whiz, audiophile. Sous-vide aficionado, smoked meat enthusiast. Passions include pickled herring in cream sauce, Fallout 4, Led Zeppelin, and kittens. Hates clothing.
Younger than you’d think, but really old inside. 22 going on 85. Better writer than she is at anything else, and she’s really good at almost everything.
Recruiter by day, kitten by night. San Francisco native. Motorcycle enthusiast. Executive Director of the Orgy Dome (camp ATTOL) at Burning Man. Lives on a boat.