Last song: true story from my stripper days (and a poem that was born)

It was roughly two o’clock in the morning and I was high on cocaine. I had just arrived home after working a double shift at the club. After twelve hours in my six-inch stilettos, I was a zombie on stage as the last song played. My feet throbbing and longing for a hot bath, I … Continue reading Last song: true story from my stripper days (and a poem that was born)

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).

Dreaming is Free

This post title has ADHD written all over it, but stick with me. I'll keep the loquaciousness to a minimum. If you're Googling "Loquaciousness" don't feel bad. I overheard that word at a party and couldn't wait to use it in a sentence. Then I realized - I was that L Word. And hilarity ensued. … Continue reading Dreaming is Free