. Nobody dreams of becoming a stripper. Little girls aren’t playing with Barbies sharing visions of clear heels. They don’t swing on the monkey bars thinking about the pole, and there certainly aren’t any high school career aptitude tests that prepare us for Champagne Rooms and table dances. With the ink on my high school … Continue reading It’s a Jungle Down There
Fascination Street: A Dream Journal Entry. Kevin (my live-in boyfriend at the time) and I were parked parallel next to a cliff in what seemed like an empty piece of land in the Hollywood hills. We were in separate cars. He, in front of me; I was parked directly behind him. The scene below … Continue reading Fascination St.