Oh man. The thousands and thousands and thousands of dollars that I wasted.....*sigh* I could go down a deep rabbit hole of regret and torture but I choose not to. What good does it do? Those days are over, the crash of '08 done already wiped out my bank accounts....my ex husband done already spent... Continue Reading →
I Was Not That Bitch
In my 8 1/2 years of dancing, I had few and far between moments of drama. Drama, as you know, is a living, thriving beast within the strip club. Whether it's girls fighting over songs to dance to, customers, or their significant other stepping out with another dancer, there are a myriad reasons that drama... Continue Reading →
The Strip Club: A Hub of Genius and Mental Illness
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 →
Do You Regret Your Past Relationships?
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 →
