You're feminine and fun. Confident and cute. Young and carefree. Everything a man wants and more. You wear your sexiest outfit and have on 4 shades of eyeshadow, hair curled in that effortlessly tousled look. You look almost unrecognizable to yourself in the mirror. You've perfected the art of hetero normative patriarchy pleasing womanhood. All … Continue reading Learning to Love Yourself on and off the Stage.
Ever wondered what a night of work looks like for a stripper? Do you picture bottles of champagne and rich men in suits making it rain? Or guys doing coke off of tight asses and blowjobs in the VIP? Well have a seat and buckle up for a play by play of my typical work … Continue reading A Day in the Life
I knew every bathroom in my hometown like the back of my hand. From the single stall Casey's bathroom to the giant hole in the ground with a toilet on top at the state park that scared the shit out of me. Looking into nothing but a black abyss as I undid all the damage … Continue reading Dancing with a Disorder/Disability
We all know the guy. Not awful enough fit the definition of a fuckboy but not woke enough to be lifetime partner material. He says random uneducated remarks that make you want to pull your hair out but you're not quite sure how and when to correct him. Can he be saved? Here are some … Continue reading The Misogynist Boyfriend: Can He Be Saved?
We've all done it. Snapped that perfect ass selfie, tit pic, or money shot in your brand new or favorite outfit. "DAMN I look hot! " you say to yourself. But wait! Stop right there! Before you post that badass half naked work of art you might want to read this. Before every stripper on … Continue reading The Locker Room Selfie: To Post or Not to Post?
Ahh the baby stripper stage; where we all think "I'll never be 'that' girl," "I'll never do 'that' for money" and "I WON'T do this for very long." SPOILER ALERT: you will. I walked into my first club totally ready, or so I thought. I had the right shoes, the right outfit and weeks worth … Continue reading “I’m not a whore,” “I know what I’m doing” and other lies I’ve told myself.
No matter where I'm at or which stripper I'm talking to we all have things in common. We all bond over the obvious and unspoken experience it is to be a stripper. We share common mantras, rituals, image upkeep and hygiene, and the same damn body spray that our predecessors have used before us. There … Continue reading Sisterhood of the Traveling G-string
Sitting in the dark basement of the rehab facility I have just checked myself into, quarantined only for the second sickest human beings on the planet next to those sick and dying of cancer and disease, I realize I too, am surrounded by sickness, disease and death. We have gathered in this building from the … Continue reading It’s A Wonderful Life
The running joke: "If I fail this midterm I'm going to have to get on the pole," Or "fuck this shit, I'll just be a stripper!" But have you actually ever done it? Well I have, and not a day goes by that I don't ask myself "Oh what have I done?" I wake up … Continue reading Oh what have I done
Taking relationship advice from a stripper is like taking an archery lesson from a blind guy, right? Wrong. I've had the pleasure of meeting countless married and divorced men, young and old, with and without children. I've asked these men some tough questions, got some very real answers, and have learned a lot about life, … Continue reading Relationship Advice from a Stripper