Writer, Artist, and Recovering 80s Hair Spray Addict
One of the most confusing and annoying things I’ve had to wrap my brain around since leaving the gritty and corrupt world of the strip club is how Queen Bee went from being my BFF to my enemy. I’ll never forget when Queen Bee and I first met. The club had just opened the doors to a day shift; I was only a house mom, working night shift. Queen Bee fluttered into the dressing room as I was setting up my stuff for the night girls. We exchanged…
Read MoreWorking at the strip club wasn’t always bad, in fact, there were a lot of good times I shared not only with the girls, but customers as well. Over this past weekend, while writing another Strip Club Follies installment, I remembered an instance where all the dancers I worked with showed kindness and compassion to a very special customer. His name was Harold. The first time I met Harold, he came bumbling into the club with a big smile on his face, and a backpack slung over his shoulder. He…
Read MoreWhen I traveled to Italy in 2011, I learned the phrase “sexy disco” from Matteo, my sexy Italian tour guide on my ride to the Amalfi Coast. I found that “sexy disco” is the term for strip clubs when I told him where I worked at the time. From what I understand, they are nothing like the gritty clubs of the US. Matteo wanted to take me to see a “sexy disco” when we returned to Rome. Unfortunately, I did not take him up on that offer. The following haiku (I took some Jack Kerouac…
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