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. …
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…
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…
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. …
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…
Ballet class combinations and tips on dancing from a former ballerina who holds an MFA in dance.
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