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).
1992 (24 yrs old) Donna (left) and me (right) on Halloween in the dressing room. Note the poster of Eric on the door. On the heels of gal pal Dalai Lina's post today, I'm going to share five things about myself that you don't know - then ask you to share a little about YOU. … Continue reading An obsessive, bionic, Japanese speaking snoop?
. I used to be a rock star. I didn’t tour the world belting my heart out in stadiums, but I worked the pole to the tunes of Guns and Roses and Bon Jovi for the better part of a decade and was treated just as well. In 1990s Waikiki, strippers were golden. There were … Continue reading I used to be a rock star