There is finally a new stripper forum! It was made for strippers, by strippers and retired strippers, and will keep being for strippers. It’s easy to join up, but to get access to the stripper only sections you need to send a picture to the admins showing that you are who you say you are.… Continue reading New Stripper Forum!
It’s the end of a long slow night. I had made twenty dollars, which left me in the hole, until an hour before closing when a kind gentlemen came in and dropped a few hundred on me. Credit card money. You know, virtual money that exists in machines and wires until the end of the… Continue reading Every Day Extortion
From Democracy Now: Army Unit to Deploy in October for Domestic Operations Beginning in October, the Army plans to station an active unit inside the United States for the first time to serve as an on-call federal response in times of emergency. The 3rd Infantry Divisionâ€™s 1st Brigade Combat Team has spent thirty-five of the… Continue reading Martial Law Is Here and Money Doesnt Exist
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I’m thinking about trying to make a thermo electric generator, but I’m not coming up with anyone who’s actually done it before.Â Do you know anyone who’s used chips like these – http://www.hi-z.com/hz20.phpÂ on a woodstove or other hot thing to charge batteries?Â If you do, I really really really really reallyÂ want to talk to them.… Continue reading Dear world: thermo electric generators
Man fucks woman; subject verb object. – Catherine MacKinnon He stands before me, muscled and tattoo’d, in worn leather work boots and dirty jeans.Â He just paidÂ me four hundred dollars to be mean to him and shove things up his ass.Â I just told him to undress.Â And he is stalling at the pants. Thwap, I slap… Continue reading Whore Diaries, round two
In the dressing room, I’m sitting on the toilet, peeing, and a cokehead woman I’ve worked with off and on all over for a while is doing lines with another stripper. OG Stripper: Don’t worry about Tara. I know you don’t know her, but she’s cool, she won’t say shit. Unknown Stripper: I ain’t worried… Continue reading Nothing Funnier Than Real Life
A few weeks ago a woman I met in a cafe gave me the keys and directions to her house thirty seconds after meeting me. I was shocked. I mean, I would at least have to hide the sex toys. But that’s how people are in the village. They live in this one small world… Continue reading Managed Identities
(Or, the dilemma’s that arise in WalMart parking lots.) I’m sleeping in a walmart parking lot and I’m next to this RV that’s here every time I’m here. Like, I think these people have lived at this walmart for years. Anyways, they’re drunk and fighting (and it’s like 4:30am here) and guy A pushed guy… Continue reading The dilemma's of a hobo stripper
…because Bro is like 95% better now.