EAR SUCKING SUCKS Lap dances are extremely personal impersonal encounters. By personal, I mean that you are two adults in a small room alone together where she gets naked and you watch. Impersonal means that this is not the appropriate time for you to engage in activity reserved for your significant other, no matter how…
I opened my eyes, dreading another day of itching, irritation and scabs. Yes, my scalp had scabs on it. They itched and whenever I put a bit too much pressure on them, they'd peel off. Along with a few bits of my hair. I was a train wreck. I called my stylist several times and…
My first trip to Atlanta was, well, not all that memorable. I stayed with my ex-fiancee (I know, weird but we were cool like that). She took me around to some spots, can't really remember them. My friend, Lamar, took me to a couple of places as well. Nothing to write home about. Nothing to…
My one and only hairdresser moved. Seems ridiculous, right? It's not if you know me. I don't let anyone touch my hair. I had a horrendous hair cutting experience when I was a teen and ever since, I'm wary of overzealous hair 'artists' and their scissors. Most importantly, though, hair is extremely important to…
You may remember the below scenario from my contribution for the TMI Award. I'm sharing it again because, well, it happen right around this time during my stint at this particular lesbian bar. But allow me to elaborate... Tampa, me, drunk...insert cute bartender, Gwen - cute, with long black hair and the knowledge of every popular…
So, you know that character on Family Guy who seems overly hyper and sex-driven? That's the only character that comes to mind when I think of this girl - one of my dance group members. While one could say she was just bubbly and happy, I always got the feeling that perhaps she was a…
There is nothing more thrilling than feeling like a star. Even if it is just for the night. We left the club on a high - ready for more, ready to make a profit. We had two months to prepare. At first, everyone was on board until the date was changed. They wanted us to…
I started with my dance classmates. Some of them were young, still living with parents - or at least highly dependent on Mom and Dad - so the chances that they'd be interested in performing for peanuts was very high. I also enlisted the help of a couple of friends who had some dancing chops.…
Several days later, I was still alive and my hand hadn't turned black, rotted and fallen off - so I felt a bit better. In betwixt all of my shenanigans, mostly just being a pissy stripper, I was still dancing with a small local company. It just always made me feel good to come full…
This is what I needed to do to Sharon...spend a ridiculous amount of money on a first class flight and seduce her in the bathroom...no sarcasm...that would have been awesome.
Ballet class combinations and tips on dancing from a former ballerina who holds an MFA in dance.
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