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 … Continue reading Bitter, Party of 13,437,587, 146?
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 … Continue reading Where the P(l)ayers P(l)ay
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 … Continue reading Monkey See, Monkey Do
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 … Continue reading Inhale/Release/Repeat
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 … Continue reading Cuwinicu!
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 … Continue reading Whites v. Color(ed)s
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 … Continue reading F#ck@ng Strippers. G*dd^mn Lesbians.
Thankfully, I’ve already bought tickets for next year. I had soooo much fun. Which explains why this post is so short – I’m still f&ck*ng exhausted. Continue reading Atlanta Pride Events Are Over…
…problem – for strippers. Very few people believe that there is an abundance of intelligence in the world of exotic performance. I’ve brought it up before, but I now feel the need to elaborate on what I’ve aptly termed, ‘Stripper Calculus.’ Let’s take a look, shall we? LIMITS OF FUNCTIONS AS X APPROACHES A CONSTANT … Continue reading A Word…
When you finally get that elusive first dance of the night… Continue reading PFFFFFFT!