Plantain is the perfect hobo plant, and the first plant I tell people about if I’m introducing them to wild plants. It grows almost everywhere, you can’t hurt yourself with it, it’s good food, and it’s good medicine. Plantain is easy to identify. Pluck a leaf and pull it gently apart near the base. If… Continue reading Hobo Stripper Materia Medica: Plantain
Month: August 2007
stripping to my roots
I went to the fair with my little sister. At first it was very crowded and kind of scary and confusing. People were there to buy things, sell things, and stimulate their nervous systems on rides. I think people are so separate from themselves that they have to go on rides that give them that… Continue reading stripping to my roots
Strippers I have loved, v4
Purgatory used to be her name, when she was a bad-ass private party stripper in San Francisco. Now she’s sweet and stupid and has another name, but let’s call her Jessie. She stutters when she talks, and every fifth phrase is, “I don’t know.” As in “there was this g-guy, and I d-don’t know, I… Continue reading Strippers I have loved, v4
The stripper intelligence network
I’ve been on the phone with strippers all day. Words got out that I’m working in the little big city, and they want to know how the money is. In return, they tell me how it is where they are. I’m now up to date on the stripper money in eight different clubs in four… Continue reading The stripper intelligence network
Stripping 103: Beyond the First Night
Now you’ve worked a couple nights and you’re starting to get comfy with the club and dancing naked. But the more comfortable you get the more you see how much you have to learn. You want to sell more dances, you want to learn to sell VIP’s, and you still can’t figure out what to… Continue reading Stripping 103: Beyond the First Night
Look what I got!
It’s henna. It’s right on the spot where my back hurts from my SI joint, and I got to thinking. This SI joint fucked-ness is caused by walking around in eight inch heels, hyper-arching my back at work, and doing all those sexy arching floorwork moves. The henna tatt is right on that sexy spot… Continue reading Look what I got!
Leaving paradise
I stayed at the cabin for a few days (3? 5? I gotta start keeping track of time). Bro didn’t wear a leash the whole time and we just roamed around the woods and played in the stream. I wanted to stay forever. But I didn’t. I left. Leaving was an experience. Suddenly I met… Continue reading Leaving paradise
What I love
This is what I love. Alaska is a land of rivers. Everyplace you go is on a river, and when we talk the geography of our lives, we talk rivers. Here is the little cabin I found and stayed in for a few days: I found this little pool and I put hot rocks off… Continue reading What I love
Omens II
I pull over at the closest pull out to the mile marker he mentioned and poke around a bit. I can’t find the trial he described, but there is a little animal trail. I follow it down the steep mossy bank, slipping and sliding but managing to keep my feet under me. At the bottom… Continue reading Omens II
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River.