I used to be hot: an ex-stripper appreciates her body (then and now).

  The dressing room walls were vibrating with each thump of the baseline. After a quick garter and lipstick check in the mirror I pulled open the door and headed for the stage. As my eyes adjusted to the smoky darkness, my brain played catch-up to the sudden shift in volume while I sauntered past … Continue reading I used to be hot: an ex-stripper appreciates her body (then and now).