Sometimes, the anticipation of a big move is scary, daunting and stressful. But for me, it was exhilarating. I was looking forward to a huge new place, new people and so many new opportunities. I was bored in Tampa – I felt trapped in a role that wasn’t really for me. Kind of like forcing … Continue reading Weight A Minute
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?
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
This was my first accident. I didn’t know what to do…except get out of the road. And quickly. But I couldn’t just leave the car here, right? Wasn’t that illegal? A form of littering? I had to figure out how to take this immobile hunk of metal with me. My irrational mind was in overdrive. … Continue reading The Road Less Traveled
Back on the homefront, things were going pretty well. I was still involved with the dance company, traveling to shows, taking classes, performing, training, working at the shop, etc. I was growing closer to my roomie, thanks to our awesome tag teaming in a downtown bar fight with these two guys who were mad because … Continue reading I Never Saw That One Coming
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