Thanks to a dear friend, I've discovered a wonderful place for Atlantans young and old to commiserate on our misery. Not that we're miserable, but it rolled right off of my fingers as they typed 'commiserate.' For the misunderstood Southerner, a forum for sharing what ails us. I can say 'us' because I am considered…
It's just too uncanny. Here I am, reliving my early years in Atlanta, and this lawsuit pops up out of nowhere. Apparently, the permit fees charged by Atlanta to work in the adult entertainment industry are too damn high. I felt the exact same way when I landed here 11 years ago. In fact, after…
Rain. That's what greeted me when I hit The Peach. Rain. And not just a drizzle or a few drops. Sheets of torrential rain. At night. I'm following my friend who's driving the U-Haul. (Insert lesbian joke here. But minus the lesbian. Because he's a he, not a she. A gay he, but a he…
I'm nervous. I've been contemplating the beginning of this portion of my life and how to approach sharing it. I still know and communicate with many of the people you're going to meet over the course of the next hundred or so posts, so my angst stems from hurting feelings, evoking tears or possibly losing…
It was Frank. I had a few reminders of who that man was that I met, conquered and couldn't seem to get rid of over the next few weeks. Like - one hell of a bruise from the gear shift, a bit of a limp and phone call after phone call, like some lovesick high school…
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Ahhh...a new year brings a new attitude, a zest for life. I am truly, truly the happiest I've been in a supremely long time. So much so that it made me question whether or not to continue my blog. I know! I know! But 2.5 seconds later, I realized that I'm no quitter. I finish…
I am so grateful for the countless hours spent perusing my site and my thoughts - you guys really rock. Below, you'll see how much you've rocked my 2012. I fell off the wagon a bit in these last few months - new girlfriend, new job, more script writing requests (yay!), but I haven't forgotten…
I debated on whether or not to post something surrounding the rising racial tension we're currently facing after the election of President Obama. Originally, I decided not to. But then I got the craziest notion after watching my girlfriend do her laundry. That's right, her laundry. A notion that I just have to - nay…
Strippers are notorious for being no-shows, late, unkempt and even lazy. Former strippers sometimes have a tendency to maintain some of those ill-gotten habits every once in a while. While I have random moments of perfection, I confess. I've been a bit sidetracked. Life happens and what was happening in my life at that moment…
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