I’ve used a lot of little clit vibes. You might call me the queen of little clit vibes, or just think that I have too many of them. The pocket rocket booster is, by far, the best. It’s a regular pocket rocket, but you can plug it into a battery pack that makes it reeallly… Continue reading Vibrator Review: Pocket Rocket Booster
Month: July 2008
Moneymoneymoneymoney
I am moving my hips in front of him on stage, and he is putting a dollar on the rail, another dollar, another dollar. As he puts them up, I clear them away and keep dancing. He leans forward, putting another dollar up. “Let me see your pussy.” I smile. “Let me see your money.” He… Continue reading Moneymoneymoneymoney
Stripping 104: Stripper Etiquette
I had the dubious good fortune of starting my stripping career in an old school titty bar, with old school strippers. Old school, in this case, meant you respect the hell out of everyone or there’ll be a blanket party after work. It also meant rules like, if a customer likes two dancers, the one… Continue reading Stripping 104: Stripper Etiquette
It's a sad, sad world out there…
He is old as dirt, sitting at my stage in a worn flannel shirt and a faded pink and blue baseball cap. When I hold out my garter for money he is suprised, and then digs in his wallet for a ten. Later, after stage, after a few dances, I sit with him. He says… Continue reading It's a sad, sad world out there…
Darcy and Alder to the Rescue
I’ve had these owie’s on my foot for a while. They’re way down there on my foot, out of visual range yanno, so I hadn’t paid much attention to them. My shoes broke a few weeks ago and I haven’t been wearing any (it’s crazy, I keep thinking people will notice, but they don’t), so… Continue reading Darcy and Alder to the Rescue
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.
Shades of Home, the Stripper Version
Coming to this club is like coming home. Not like in my little fishing town, where I walk in after being away for eight months and people squeel and hug me. I know I could always live there if I needed to (hell, I have), the couch is always waiting with a puppy on it,… Continue reading Shades of Home, the Stripper Version
Book Review: No Man's Land, by Ruth Fowler
I was so excited about this book. Way back in the day I read Mimi’s blog, so I’d been waiting for her book for years. I’m one of those geeks who reads the covers and introductions and blurbs and everything. The jacket said a bunch of stuff about stripping being bad, the underbelly of it… Continue reading Book Review: No Man's Land, by Ruth Fowler
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