She called me! I was the happiest little lesbian stripper in the world. I couldn't believe she called me! Of course she waited for the obligatory three-day rule, but I didn't care. Things in Tampa were definitely looking up and I was so thrilled that I had made the move from dreary Orlando. I had…
I stared at the phone as it rang. I didn't quite know what to do at first. My friend's advice: 'don't answer it. fuck that bitch.' I remained silent because I have to be honest: I wanted to hear what she had to say. How was she going to justify dumping her friend head first…
Remember what it felt like to get off of a carnival ride with questionable safety regulations -- your legs feel like jelly, the sky is spinning and watching people having fun makes you want to puke...very similar to my current dilemma. It was blistering hot, even that early in the morning. The air even smelled weird. My car sat…
Let me remind you: I was completely, helplessly immobile yet undeniably aware of what was going on around me. It reminds me of the movie 'Awake' where the guy is getting open heart surgery and is supposed to be anesthetized, but is actually still conscious. He could also feel everything, as did I. Thank goodness…
Yes, I know. It's been awhile. Two major events currently: my first show premiere-red carpet and everything! And two: I have a new girlfriend. And let me tell you: she's hot. I went against one of my earlier rules but at least she's not a stripper, a former stripper, doesn't dress like a stripper and…
This was my first accident. I didn't know what to do...except get out of the road. And quickly. But I couldn't just leave the car here, right? Wasn't that illegal? A form of littering? I had to figure out how to take this immobile hunk of metal with me. My irrational mind was in overdrive. …
I had no job. Stripping isn't a job...it's an activity with the chance of random prosperity. A job has a set schedule and routine that is required to receive a paycheck. A paycheck is a form of payment for services rendered. Out of that paycheck taxes are paid to the country in which one resides…
Once back in Orlando, I was eager for September 12 to arrive. I had a great time in New York, but I was ready for my career at Snizney to start. A fellow dancer from the dance company back in Gainesville was already working for them and loving it. But in the meantime, bills still needed to be…
By the time I got home after my thought-filled drive, I decided that perhaps I should rethink the whole 'date Jen' thing. I mean, she obviously had no intention of being exclusive. Otherwise, why would she have done such a thing right in front of me, other people...what is she crazy? A ho? I thought…
Back on the homefront, things were going pretty well. I was still involved with the dance company, traveling to shows, taking classes, performing, training, working at the shop, etc. I was growing closer to my roomie, thanks to our awesome tag teaming in a downtown bar fight with these two guys who were mad because…
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