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…
Sometimes, the anticipation of a big move is scary, daunting and stressful. But for me, it was exhilarating. I was looking forward to a huge new place, new people and so many new opportunities. I was bored in Tampa – I felt trapped in a role that wasn’t really for me. Kind of like forcing … Continue reading Weight A Minute
When a man says, “No thanks. I’m only here to watch the game…” Continue reading P.S.A. #2 (Public Stripper Announcement)
…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!
A strip club offers to pay part of your tuition…now, where was this option when I was dancing? Kind of neat, actually. Continue reading Strip For College Tuition?
I started taking some inventory: sofas, tables, bed, chairs, rugs – all things acquired from my previous engagement years prior. Washer, dryer – things I bought from a fellow dancer. Clothes, shoes, jewelry. Things. So I tried looking at other things another way: A job. Cute apartment. Friends. A girlfriend. A career. When I looked … Continue reading My Neck, My Back, My Rug
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 … Continue reading P.S.A #1: Public Stripper Announcement
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 … Continue reading The Price of Beauty: $742
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 … Continue reading Bad Hair Dye