A tall redhead lounges on the couch in front of the fireplace, her long legs criss-crossed with black ribbons and folded under her. Normally she would be talking to customers, but currently there aren’t any worth her time so she stares into the fire and practices her yoga breathing. The fireplace, she thinks, is what… Continue reading Tales from the titty bar…
Category: Stripping
I'm back!
At my most favorite titty bar! I drove drove drove and got there about ten, but it’s the kinda place nobody really cares when you get there. There are a bunch of people from last year and a few new people. Things have that just getting started flavor, ya know? The lawn chair seats are… Continue reading I'm back!
feminism, western civilization, stripping, and wage slavery
You know what I hate? When people who call themselves feminists tell me that I’m degrading myself or messing myself up by being a stripper (“if only she knew what she’s doing to herself,” they whisper). After over a decade of dancing, I’ve got a pretty good idea of exactly what I’m doing, and I’m… Continue reading feminism, western civilization, stripping, and wage slavery
Which crusty old stripper archetype am I?
I’ve noticed lately that some people think of me as an old time veteran stripper, and I have been dancing for, well, longer than I’d like to admit. It got me thinking tho… you know those “What ____ are you?” quizzes that are all over the internet? Well, what old stripper archetype am I? (Old… Continue reading Which crusty old stripper archetype am I?
How to pick a good strip club
The number one secret to having fun and making lots of money being a dancer is location. If you ain’t happy, keep movin! These are some of the most important factors: 1) Money. The more money there is in a club, the more bullshit rules and such I’m willing to put up with (this is… Continue reading How to pick a good strip club
A good night, and what really offends me…
The men looking for hookers seem to have worn off (I’m told it’s just a Monday/Tuesday thing), and there’s a whole new breed of customer that loves me. Last night three got into a bit of a bidding war over me. On stage, all three came up and asked me for dances. I told all… Continue reading A good night, and what really offends me…
Nothing says "I'm not a hooker" like crocheting…
For some reason every guy I’ve talked to for the last couple days wants me to come to their room for a hundred bucks. I’ve got nothing against prostitution, but these guys are presumptuous and persistent and I’m starting to get pissed. Here’s a couple conversations I’ve had about a million times in the last… Continue reading Nothing says "I'm not a hooker" like crocheting…
teachin' yarbs at the tittie bar
Happy Beltane! I’m back in that little drunk Christian town (my friend said the other day, “you know you’re in Winner when the Pizza Hut doesn’t deliver but the Dairy Queen does!” This town doesn’t have a PH or DQ, but the same general sentiment applies). Last night a state agriculture guy came in that… Continue reading teachin' yarbs at the tittie bar
I've discovered The Perfect Strip Club
I have. It’s taken me the last decade or so of dancing, but I’ve finally found one that doesn’t seem to be a seasonal phenomena. These are the qualities that contribute to it’s perfection: 1) $$$$ – the clientele have a good amount of disposable income, and they aren’t afraid to spend it. 2) Managment… Continue reading I've discovered The Perfect Strip Club
buck tuckin'
Did I mention that here in small town America they have a name for stage side tipping, and it’s buck tuckin. Â As in, “hey girl I’m sorry I didn’t come up to tuck bucks but you know I don’t like to go up to the stage without my buck tuckin buddies.” Â Ain’t it cute? I’m… Continue reading buck tuckin'