I used to have a little keychain thermometer that I kept on the door to Broâ€™s crate. In the desert, I used it to show concerned citizens that it was not really one hundred degrees in the van and that ice + insulation did in fact make it cool where Bro was. Somewhere along the… Continue reading Tara's Human Thermometer Method
I’m hanging out with Possum and eating great food and witch doctoring each other and everythings wonderful. In the midst of all this I haven’t written anything. I did interview Possum, but I can’t seem to upload the video. So, instead, here’s something I wrote a long time ago, which Kate reminded me of with… Continue reading Nightwalking
Other people get them too.
His name was Red Fox, and the last time I was driving through this area we picked him up hitchhiking. It was when I lived in a bus with my girlfriend and another woman. Weâ€™d parked overnight in a WalMart parking lot, and in the morning we took turns getting off the bus and having… Continue reading Hobos I have loved, v.2
Vans, that is. I’ve finally met up with Possum. First we hung out in his van, then mine, then his, and then mine again. He has one of those big vans you can stand up in. Maybe I’ll post a pic tomorrow, if it’s okay with him. Anyways, I can’t stand up in it because… Continue reading You show me yours, I'll show you mine.
The song starts and I lean into him, breasts in his face, and jiggle for a second before I pull back and push my dress down. It’s an art, the way it comes down, and then I lean back into him, brushing his hand away from his thigh before I slide my leg along it.… Continue reading Stripper Self Defense
“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
There’s a lot of variety in van dweller bathing. Some people carry five gallon buckets to stand in while they dump water over their head. I don’t have room for a bucket and I can’t stand up, so my strategy is a little lower key. I have two and a half main bathing strategies: one… Continue reading How to Bathe When You Live in a Van.
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
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)