It was Frank. I had a few reminders of who that man was that I met, conquered and couldn’t seem to get rid of over the next few weeks. Like – one hell of a bruise from the gear shift, a bit of a limp and phone call after phone call, like some lovesick high school … Continue reading Cuwinicu!
I started taking some inventory: sofas, tables, bed, chairs, rugs – all things acquired from my previous engagement years prior. Washer, dryer – things I bought from a fellow dancer. Clothes, shoes, jewelry. Things. So I tried looking at other things another way: A job. Cute apartment. Friends. A girlfriend. A career. When I looked … Continue reading My Neck, My Back, My Rug
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
Irritated doesn’t begin to describe what I was feeling every time I stepped into the world of Jen: my own peers fawning over her like she was an oracle, asking hustling advice, laughing at everything she said, complimenting her taste in clothing. Barf. Traitors. I made sure to stay away from her and anything she … Continue reading All’s Fair in Love and Bitch Slaps
Okay, so after a couple more weeks at Turbulence, it just wasn’t my thing. I didn’t like the crowd. I didn’t like the music and I definitely didn’t like the manager. And the tips I was bringing in just wasn’t enough to make up for it. To recoup my losses, I doubled down on my … Continue reading Tit for Tat
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 … Continue reading The Man in the Morning
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