Does your mother know: confessions of a stripper

Confessions

 

Revised with additions, edited – December, 2015

My poor mother.  She had no idea what she was getting when I popped out.

Long after my stripping career was over, I had a conversation with mom on the telephone. I was in tears, coming clean – finally – declaring my life long struggle with drug addiction.

“Oh no no no dear, you’re not an addict, you just have an addictive personality”, she assured.

I was calling collect on a payphone from rehab.

We shared a laugh. Mine was directly at her denial (lovingly), and hers was nervous and self-assuring.  It was at

Christine Macdonald