Three Hundred Years of Sex Work

On the 19th and 24th of January the Alcohol and Tobacco Commission (ATC) staged two separate sets of raids that pulled the liquor licenses of most of the strip clubs on Bourbon Street. The news suggested that they were looking for human traffickers, but shockingly none were discovered. Hundreds of people are out of work.... Continue Reading →

The Ethics of Blogging

I have been writing this blog for a long time. Around her someplace is a short introduction about how to read this blog. It clearly states that you should believe what you would like to believe and that the rest of it is fiction. Recently some totally unnecessary shit blew up in my face over... Continue Reading →

Little Boy Strippers

I was drunk, I was in a jaded and bitter mood, but I was determined to make the most of this funny little town. So I went to the gay bar. And there were boy strippers. Three of them. In their panties. In their muscles. In their chucks. I got myself a drink and stack... Continue Reading →

My Tits

My tits Today I am writing about my tits. I love them. They are so very sensitive. They are soft, they are large and look amazingly like a fake set if placed in a push up bra, but they droop. Like grandmother tits they are saggy fuckers. When they were growing in, at age nine,... Continue Reading →

An Office Job

So, yesterday I had a totally booked day, then one client canceled, and another took his place, booked an overnight, then my earlier client canceled, and I figured I could sleep in, but then I woke up to the phone ringing and Mr. replacement canceling. I was sad and a tad worried. I need money,... Continue Reading →

Really Dirty?

Not Getting Laid   I often get told “NO” by people I actually want to play with.  I don’t know if this is because I am using ‘striper seduction tricks’ or because people don’t really want to fuck me.  It is a strange mix of emotional angst.  I m very confidant as a sexual being,... Continue Reading →

Why I Work As A Stripper

I’m well educated and I have a really nice middle class job.  So why in the hell do I work in seedy bars half naked doing dirty things with strange men for money?  Because I like it.   I like the rush I get from meeting you in a dimly lit bar, with music so... Continue Reading →

Dr Pee

I left the club at 1:00 in the morning. I called to confirm and headed to Boston. I grew up in hospitals, my mother was a nurse. most people dislike hospitals, I love them, I love the way they smell. antiseptic. clean, like the smell of disease, washed away. it reminds me of my home.... Continue Reading →

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