Tales from the titty bar…

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…

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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

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…

buck tuckin'

Did I mention that here in small town America they have a name for stage side tipping, and it’s buck tuckin.  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.”  Ain’t it cute? I’m… Continue reading buck tuckin'