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.
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
Irritated doesn’t begin to describe what I was feeling every time I stepped into the world of Jen: my own peers fawning over her like she was an oracle, asking hustling advice, laughing at everything she said, complimenting her taste in clothing. Barf. Traitors. I made sure to stay away from her and anything she … Continue reading All’s Fair in Love and Bitch Slaps
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
