I have always thought of the strip club scene as part of the underbelly of a city. The underbelly where all the creative, off kilter, devious, scandalous people congregate. I have always had a bit of a fascination with the secrecy vibes of the underbelly scene. Yes, the strip club is perhaps close by other... Continue Reading →
Self-Care for Sex Workers: Because We Nurture The Lost
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 →