Back in the early 2000s when I was dancing, the topic of self-care hadn’t exploded yet. Things like mani/pedis, and massages were around, of course, but there wasn't the proliferation of self-care blogs and businesses like there is now. My version of self-care back then was to go tanning (eek, I know) and to get... Continue Reading →
Be aware of the guilt tripping gru!
In my mind, there are three main reasons that you would really regret your past relationships: 1) Abuse (Physical? Emotional? Both?) 2) Introduction to Drugs/Enablement 3) Financial Abuse I have been a victim of #1 & 3; Considering the crowd I once ran with, I am very lucky to have never partied to the point... Continue Reading →
There was this one customer who came stumbling in to the club on New Year's evening, about thirteen years ago. I was one of the first girls that walked up to him, and I remember him looking up at me with this dazed, glassy eyed look, and I thought, oh man this guy's all fucked... Continue Reading →
I actually started noticing some body changes about 1 year before I quit dancing. Specifically, less muscle tone. That was due to the lack of stage dancing.....which was due to lack of customers. Business dropped off dramatically around summer 2007, and never really recovered much, in the years after the Great Recession. Several big businesses... Continue Reading →
Ok. Ok. Ok. I've been working on pulling myself out of this hazy, unfocused state of mind (yes, some due to marijuana ingestion, of course) that I've been in for the last six weeks or so. A large part of it was the election, and then post-election anxiety and battling dread. I wish I had... Continue Reading →
And I know I'm not alone. I have felt myself just wanting to read fantasy fiction, and/or contemporary teenage rom-coms, or do some mindless knitting while zoning out on Youtube videos...about knitting. There's this overhanging, low-level dread about the upcoming election and the chaos that will probably follow, no matter what the result is. Things... Continue Reading →
I was just thinking about the old school, early 2000s technology that we had/used in the club that would be so archaic now. How big was your CD holder? Some chics would bring there's in tucked away in it's own damn wheeling suitcase. You would bring your case in at the beginning of the shift... Continue Reading →
Happy 1st of mutha fucking September! Okay, so I have to tell you about my little bit of activism in this age of division, and racism and bullshit. Now, I am not one to get super involved in politics and fighting for the greater good of mankind. Why? Because I tend to be more pro-planet,... Continue Reading →
I was terrified when I went to my first bachelor party! I think I had been dancing for maybe three months, when I went on my first party, with the head girl at the club, whom we called 'Mama'. She was like our unofficial housemom. I'm grateful that they sent me with her, as she... Continue Reading →
