The storm has been raging all night, a steady relentless lullaby that blocked out the sun and heat that normally wake me. I roll over and open my cell phone to check the time. Three in the afternoon and five new messages. “Bro,†I peer down at the Border Collie passed out on my feet,… Continue reading A day in the life…
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Scavenging in the new millenium, or how I stalked my winter's supply of caribou.
“I had such a good time dancing for you… I hope you’ll come back soon so we can play some more?” I said, twirling my hair, heaving my breasts, and making big lips and eyes. “I’m leaving on a bear hunting trip tomorrow, I don’t know when I’ll be back.” MEAT. That snapped me out… Continue reading Scavenging in the new millenium, or how I stalked my winter's supply of caribou.
Hobos, Nomads, and Gypsies
I’ve always moved around a lot. At one point I lived in seven states in three years. Partly because I have a tendency to solve problems geographically, and partly because I just like moving. There was something about that time between leaving a place and arriving at a new place when my life just sat… Continue reading Hobos, Nomads, and Gypsies
Hobo Stripper Materia Medica: Plantain
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
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