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 →
Hi girl, Let’s talk anxiety. That nasty, gut-clenching, cold sweat monster that rears it’s ugly head at sometimes unexpected moments. However, when you live with it, you start a running list of all the situations and people that give you an anxious rush. I was such an anxious little kid. There was no running around,... Continue Reading →
My thoughts still linger On the what if Why can’t I give it up And live this ordinary life My guilt wrestles with desire Some days aren’t so bad.
Good morning Captains, Last night, I was chatting with a friend and former naked co-worker, and she was telling me about her recent disappointing strip club visit. Her and her husband went to a strip club in Pennsylvania, which turned out to be full of overweight sloppy lazy girls. They then went to our old... Continue Reading →
Hey girl, I danced in a medium sized city, that has a rather high unemployment rate, compared to cities of similar size and demographic. There are a lot of broken people in that city. There is a lot of mental illness in that city. It is the city I grew up in, and the one... Continue Reading →
Hey girl, The shoes were what first hooked me. Those giant clear plastic sparkly goddess platforms- I remember the first time I stepped foot in a strip club as a customer, and saw them and LOVED them. I wanted to wear them. I also found out that I rather enjoyed having my head squished between... Continue Reading →
Hey girl, Yesterday, at the grocery store I almost walked right into an old customer that I knew in the strip club world. Luckily he was looking elsewhere, and I was able to quickly turn and flee. It happens. You're coming around the corner in some public place, and all of a sudden, "The Farmer"... Continue Reading →
Hey girl, Back in the early 2000s, I used to write real, filthy smut. I mean, stuff that makes me blush even to this day. It had quality to it- it wasn't just x-rated trash; a story was told with each one, and I recounted many of my sexual adventures. There was an online publication-... Continue Reading →