A safe kind of high: My unexpected relapse

You would think after fifteen years, my memories of "rolling" and free-falling inside myself would be strung together on a distant, blurry line, for which I am older and wiser living clear on the other side. For the most part, this is true. I can't remember my last night taking Molly (we called it ecstasy, or … Continue reading A safe kind of high: My unexpected relapse

Music and Chair Shows: Reflections of a retired stripper

Navigating six-inch heels on stage with smoke in your face takes practice. Sporting a smile while dancing to Me So Horny in those heels, and you'll need a cocktail. One of the unique challenges I faced during my ten-year career as a stripper was pretending to like certain types of music. Like suffering through a … Continue reading Music and Chair Shows: Reflections of a retired stripper

Valentina: When Old Meets New

This is a continuation of "So this ex-stripper and a gay dude walk in to a bar..." -which is a true story of what went down during a visit to Hollywood, after my TV pilot interview. "Just one drink," I promised. The room was sparse, with just four customers sitting two rows back from the stage. … Continue reading Valentina: When Old Meets New