You may remember the below scenario from my contribution for the TMI Award. I’m sharing it again because, well, it happen right around this time during my stint at this particular lesbian bar. But allow me to elaborate… Tampa, me, drunk…insert cute bartender, Gwen – cute, with long black hair and the knowledge of every popular … Continue reading Quid Pro Hoe
So, you know that character on Family Guy who seems overly hyper and sex-driven? That’s the only character that comes to mind when I think of this girl – one of my dance group members. While one could say she was just bubbly and happy, I always got the feeling that perhaps she was a … Continue reading Giggity.
I started with my dance classmates. Some of them were young, still living with parents – or at least highly dependent on Mom and Dad – so the chances that they’d be interested in performing for peanuts was very high. I also enlisted the help of a couple of friends who had some dancing chops. … Continue reading AND?
Several days later, I was still alive and my hand hadn’t turned black, rotted and fallen off – so I felt a bit better. In betwixt all of my shenanigans, mostly just being a pissy stripper, I was still dancing with a small local company. It just always made me feel good to come full … Continue reading Break Up to Make Up
Getting back to Tampa was a relief – I’d never been happier to be back in familiar territory. No worries about getting back and forth to work, where to eat, permits or a runty little man smoking weed in my bathroom. Of course, it was a bit mundane at first: the girls at work weren’t … Continue reading Tough Break
Thank you Sensi Boutique for presenting me with the TMI Award! The TMI Blog Award honors those blogs that discuss everything in detail and do it well. These bloggers aren’t afraid to discuss their most awkward, embarrassing and intimate experiences with honesty, humor and little to no filter. Here are the rules Thank the person who … Continue reading My First Blog Award
I can’t explain my thought process over the next few days: I went from anger to sadness to pity and back full circle to pissed. It was unreal. Her behavior, that is. Yes, I’m still talking about Deluded. Once our festivities were over for the evening, I rolled over and tried to go to sleep, … Continue reading Confessions, Pt. II