Whew. I’m finally done with my two weeks of dancing in this crazy drunken little christian town. Having to work at five every day and expend enormous amounts of social and physical (at this club I’m on stage for exactly one third of the eight hours they’re open) energy just doesn’t lend itself well to… Continue reading Taking Stock
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Who Are You Guys? (v.2)
I’ve been thinking about the direction I’m taking this blog (stories, van dwelling info, stripping info, etc.), and I have some questions for you guys. If you’re reading, leave a comment and let me know: How did you get here? How long have you been reading? Why do you come back? What do you want… Continue reading Who Are You Guys? (v.2)
So…
I think I’m all caught up on emails from the last month or so of being behind. If I still owe you an email or PM or whatever you’re probably lost in one of these tabs in my browser. Please resend if I’ve lost you. Also, my sidebars are kind of broken. If you’re one… Continue reading So…
Aha
Last summer I took my aching back to a chiropractor, and found out that my sacro iliac joint was out of wack. He put it back in and everything was better, except that the next day it came back out. Ever since I’ve been seeing chiropractors at a rather alarming rate whenever I’m in the… Continue reading Aha
Stripping Gods
Usually stripping goddesses’ are sensual, raw, strong. You feel them in the curve of your hip as you spin, in the strong muscles of your thigh as you move your hips with the music. You see them in the stars and cosmic fuzz when you roll down from that upside down position and flip upright… Continue reading Stripping Gods
Ishmael in the Dressing Room
When I’m ready, hair tamed, nipples covered, eyelashes glued firmly in place, I still have a few minutes before I have to go on stage. There’s no point in selling a dance if I’ll just have to go on stage, so I turn to Ishmael. The gorilla is talking about stories that we enact. I’ve… Continue reading Ishmael in the Dressing Room
Mr. Buddy
I almost bought one of those Coleman Buddy heaters last night. I sat on the cold tile floor in an aisle at WalMart and pulled it out of the box. It promises instant safety shut offs in the case of tippage or low oxygen. I could totally regain control of my van dwelling life, warm… Continue reading Mr. Buddy
New Laptop
I should have listened to Esther and done it back when the Gateway first broke. Last night I graced a gentleman with my company for the night. He owns an oil company and I could not resist the goldmine of a sociological train wreck that is me in this crazily Christian town, in the middle… Continue reading New Laptop
Fuck Gateway
I just got my laptop back again, and it won’t turn on. Gateway has cost me two months of my computing life, and hasn’t even fixed the damn thing. Also, this town is full of customers who want to kill themselves, and it’s fucking depressing.
Sometimes
Sometimes it’s sad. Sometimes I look down at the plump young redhead I’m dancing for and see in him the old man I danced for last song. The old man whose fat hung yellow from his cheekbones, whose sexy face was a grimace of despair and hopes still mourned for. Sometimes when I sit down… Continue reading Sometimes