My van has new shocks now and rear differential fluid and I’m back in the little big city, sipping tequila at my sister’s house gossiping about crackheads and their children. Maybe I shouldn’t drive, and luckily I can seep in her driveway and the van can be plugged in all night long. My feather bed’s… Continue reading So I'm gone, which means I'm here.
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Stories From The Road: "Well, you don't look exceedingly rich…"
Last weekend while my mother’s husband and I were replacing my alternator he found my oil leak: two lines that went from the block above the filter to an oil cooler thingy beside the radiator. Which was really good, because ever since the last time I changed my oil a couple weeks ago the van… Continue reading Stories From The Road: "Well, you don't look exceedingly rich…"
It's getting to be quite enough of that
Today I had to participate (very peripherally, unfortunately) in making eleven 5-7 year olds sit with their heads down for an hour and a half. Their crime? They were given an hour and a half to sit at their desks and independently finish several assignments. They didn’t finish them. So, during recess, library, and gym… Continue reading It's getting to be quite enough of that
Quilting Club
I just got back from a quilting club meeting that I attended with my mother, who doesn’t quilt. The quilting club is the only thing happening here, aside from high school basketball, and you don’t have to actually quilt to participate. Â In fact, a few of them never sew at all. Â Never having been to… Continue reading Quilting Club
Underworld Reality (you know: social deviance)
I’ve written about this before, of course. When you’re a stripper you’re not really subject to all the craziness of the “real world.” Or I’m not anyways, I hope you’re not either but if you are, just disregard all my generalizations. No one expects you to get up early every day, no one expects you… Continue reading Underworld Reality (you know: social deviance)
Tis The Season
It’s about that time. People are about to start buying each other things. It’s crazy. I get tons of things I’d never consider using, and I’ll also buy some useless shit in order to exchange what I hope passes for good vibes with people who live in an entirely different world than me. I mean,… Continue reading Tis The Season
Strippers I Have Loved, v5
When she aborted her baby she felt like she was giving birth to her mothers hatred of her and killing her baby-self. She tells me this while we’re laying around on plush black leather couches in the VIP room of an empty club. The walls are painted lets-fuck-magenta and there are plaster casts of torsos… Continue reading Strippers I Have Loved, v5
School
I just wanna tell y’all that school is totally nuts. It’s like stepping into another world, which is constantly changing and never makes sense, and this is what these kids grow up with thirty something hours a week. First is the fun part. I get to take two sweet little kids and practice making letters… Continue reading School
Five below and all's well in the vanhold
The alarm in my phone goes off at six fifteen because I have to be at school at seven thirty. I am buried under layers of down piled snug against the ceiling. It was a major effort last night to wedge myself between the blankets and the bed. I reach out for my phone, still… Continue reading Five below and all's well in the vanhold
Stripping has ruined me for the real world
“This is Susie Smith, she’s Jimmy’s mom,” my mom says. “Susie, this is my daughter Tara, she’s going to be subbing for a while.” “Hi Susie,” I say. “You’ve raised a great kid. Jimmy was a big help when I was here a couple weeks ago.” See, I imagine that there are social rules, and… Continue reading Stripping has ruined me for the real world