Being the perfectionist that I am, I was way too eager to become the best little stripper I could possibly be. I took it as a challenge. And I went at it in a way only I could…with unrelenting and slightly obsessive fervor. I worked on my bootyshaking, which proved to be fruitless at first. … Continue reading Stripping 101: It’s not for the Weak
So, I completed my first lapdance. I walked out of the booth feeling a little dizzy, and a lot sleazy. I was conflicted. Is this really what I should be doing in my spare time from dance rehearsals, classes and performances? Was this money really worth it? I wasn’t sure yet. Sure, the guy was … Continue reading The Aftermath
If you’ve been keeping up with my posts, and I sure hope you have, you will have noticed that I changed the title for this entry. I felt this one was more suitable for the message I am about to share with you. Back to the back we went. It was almost in slow motion, waiting … Continue reading Finding My Sexy
Hello again…I know, I’m late. But in my defense, I was late to stage too. Waiting backstage for a song to end when you know you’re up next is probably similar to waiting, blindfolded, for the word “Fire!” at your execution. I was that scared. And then it did end. And God said my name again. … Continue reading Why Would They Put a Step There?
By now, I hope you’re really intrigued. I certainly was. If you’re the type of person who enjoys people-watching at the mall, you would be in heaven in a strip club dressing room. This particular one would become the scene for fights, girls passed out, bitch sessions, managerial meetings and I’m sure a line or … Continue reading What’s that little handkerchief for?
Honestly, this title could apply to my entire blog, but I chose it for this particular entry because there is nothing like stepping into a strip club for the very first time. All the while knowing that the stage you’re walking by is about to become your platform and the people you’re passing are no longer men, but … Continue reading The Good, The Bad & the WTF’s
If I could pinpoint the moment when I first decided that getting naked for a living wasn’t such a bad idea…I’d invent a time machine, go back and smack the hell out of myself…maybe. And I say maybe because I don’t think I’d be the person I am without going through the challenges of surviving in … Continue reading You’re doing what!?