Over the next several weeks, I was more motivated to work than ever. I wanted to be in her face as much as possible as a constant reminder of what a horrid thing she did. I wanted to think of myself as the walking dead in her eyes. IcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavedied. But I didn't, no…
We awoke the following morning, half-expecting that uncomfortable, 'wow, we had sex last night' feeling. But it was actually kind of average. He was a nice guy and I didn't regret spending the evening with him. I noticed something, though. He walked more upright, had a strong smile instead of a goofy grin, a relaxed…
Yep. I'm pinning stuff. But it's uber interesting stuff - featured clubs, cities and, yes, even featured entertainers from the past and the present. Learn where she got those shoes and how you can get them for an even better price. Plus, industry news like who slapped who in the parking lot of what club in what city and which states require permits. I've also included other 'family' member information: porn stars (hey, they're cool peeps!), burlesque performers (you gotta know where you came from!) and cool scenes from really cool strip-inspired movies, books and blogs. Oh, and gay stuff, too. I'm still gay on Pinterest. I'm branching out...one limb at a time. Join me, will ya?
According to several articles on how I should 'up' my reader participation, I should offer you an opportunity to directly discuss the issues: my issues, your issues, world issues, the issues of that broad crying in the corner. In honor of those strippers who lost their jobs due to overzealous management, I'm calling it the…
And now, let's pick up where we left off...in Vegas. I'll post a couple of previous blogs to refresh your pretty little memories...
I feel good. Really, really good. I've expunged that horrid episode and she has served her purpose. Entertaining my loyal readers. How did it end? Well, if you must know, it went a little something like this: Int. Work - My Office - morning I dutifully sit typing at my desk when an IM pops…
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. …
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life, love and lap dances: a lesbian stripper in the Dirty South...
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