Are You Armed?

We got up sooo early this morning and laid in the dirt for a while, getting really grounded, before I drove Katie to the hospital. Hospitals are normally really un-grounding places for me, but this one wasn’t too bad. I attribute this to the huge graveyard across the street, where me and Bro went to… Continue reading Are You Armed?

Possum Goodness and A Note About Comments

“I started learning massage in the Militia, and then later in Wicca.” – Possum About comments. I’ve always intended this blog to be a slice of reality. In reality, sometimes people are assholes. Sometimes people call me names, sometimes they trot out their bigotry, and suprisingly often they bring out their whole range of psychosis… Continue reading Possum Goodness and A Note About Comments

Eclipse

“Bro,” I say, “I’m going into this truck stop. Don’t worry, I’ll be right back. Please lay down and don’t bark at people because you know they’ll call the cops on me for keeping you in a van.” He looks at me, turns his head, and barks at the woman getting out of the next… Continue reading Eclipse

Taking Stock

Whew. I’m finally done with my two weeks of dancing in this crazy drunken little christian town. Having to work at five every day and expend enormous amounts of social and physical (at this club I’m on stage for exactly one third of the eight hours they’re open) energy just doesn’t lend itself well to… Continue reading Taking Stock

Who Are You Guys? (v.2)

I’ve been thinking about the direction I’m taking this blog (stories, van dwelling info, stripping info, etc.), and I have some questions for you guys. If you’re reading, leave a comment and let me know: How did you get here? How long have you been reading? Why do you come back? What do you want… Continue reading Who Are You Guys? (v.2)

So…

I think I’m all caught up on emails from the last month or so of being behind. If I still owe you an email or PM or whatever you’re probably lost in one of these tabs in my browser. Please resend if I’ve lost you. Also, my sidebars are kind of broken. If you’re one… Continue reading So…