So. I don’t live in a van anymore. I don’t travel the country stripping anymore, tho I might when I run out of money. When I started this blog I think I felt like my experiences were significant. I’m not really sure, because I don’t feel that way anymore. I mean, my experiences are significant… Continue reading Finis

Life in Stripperland

Hatma gave me directions and I followed them all the way to this huge mansion. A guy in pajamas answered the door. “Hey,” I said, “this must be the new stripper house. I brought my shower bag.” “Umhm,” he said and wandered back to bed. “Tara!” Hatma came down the stairs and Sweetness came out… Continue reading Life in Stripperland