I used to be a rock star

. 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

It’s a Jungle Down There

. 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

Stage Pillows (from Waikiki post 2)

Just arrived home from a night out visiting two clubs where I used to work. I will write about my experience tomorrow because I'm way too tired to type -- but before I sleep, let me just jot a few things down so I don't forget: Rotation Yuni Yvonne Waitresses Platform shoes Interviewed dancers Cat … Continue reading Stage Pillows (from Waikiki post 2)