If you’ve never seen a woman sprint in 7″ stilettos, well…it’s a sight because she can’t just run like a normal person. Extremely high stilettos are like horse hooves: you have to pick your feet up higher than normal to make sure you don’t trip and go head first into the dirt. And trying to … Continue reading If Cleanliness is Next to Godliness…
Hi there. I know, I know, it’s been a while. And this note is just that. A note. I have several drafts started and I will definitely continue to share my life with you – the past and the present. That brings me to the point of this entry. While I continue through life, busy … Continue reading What if…?
Working in a strip club when you’re in a fantastic mood is actually really fun. Smiles are infectious and mine was contaminating the entire building. Who could resist getting a dance from an entertainer who seemed to love her job so much? ‘Would you like to see me naked?’ Sure! ‘Good, because I can’t wait to … Continue reading You Got to Coordinate
They say ‘the world is a stage.’ And it’s true. Sometimes we put on airs that convey the person we want people to see and like, but not necessarily our actual selves. As a stripper, you have to take it a step further. You have to create a persona that you think will net you … Continue reading Fake It To Make It
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. … Continue reading Stripping 101: It’s not for the Weak
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. … Continue reading Why Would They Put a Step There?
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 … Continue reading What’s that little handkerchief for?