Home, Without Shades

 “Hey! Womens!”   My mom sighs. “God, I hate this.”   “Really?” I think she should be used to it and good at handling it. After all, she was an adult when I was a kid and I was just a child. But she is scared like a newbie stripper, and maybe that explains my… Continue reading Home, Without Shades

T-Shirt Surgery

Everyone’s doing it, so I tried it too.  My favorite shirt is cool now. I didn’t mean to expose this much skin, but somewhere between the test shirt and this shirt things went slightly awry.  Oh well.

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Shades of Home

To drive anywhere I pass a bunch of other wheres. One of the wheres this time was my mothers house. I got all the seats out of the bus! Most of the bolts came right out, but I used and angle grinder on a few. I don’t know why I didn’t take any good pictures… Continue reading Shades of Home

My History

Going through my mom’s garage, we found some things.  These are the mittens and mukluks I wore when I was a little kid, all made by my mom: This is a parka my mom made for me out of the skin of an unborn caribou that an elder gave her for me when I was… Continue reading My History

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A rolling stone…

A consultation with my calender yesterday showed that this was my most profitable week at this club last year. Unlike most Americans, but probably like most strippers, I don’t fill my calendar in advance: instead I fill it retroactively, jotting down the night before’s earnings every morning-after-work. The calendars are all in a big envelope,… Continue reading A rolling stone…

At The Front Lines of the Patriarchy: Conversations With God in the Titty Bar

“God,” he says, by way of introduction, reaching up to shake my hand. This is his assertion of dominance. A man with money in a room full of hungry whores. “Goddess,” I respond, pulling my dress down to protect my ass from the roughness of the chair as I sit next to him. My assertion… Continue reading At The Front Lines of the Patriarchy: Conversations With God in the Titty Bar