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 Three Hundred Years of Sex Work
I am feeling slightly less hostile this week. I’m not sure why. I went to the Gold Club and stayed in a hotel for two nights. I worked three shifts in a row. First night was horrible. I was glad I thought to bring money for the room cause there was no one in the … Continue reading Slightly Less Hostile
I’m gonna write about my neighbor because I hate her. I generally try to get along with the people I live near. I’m not that friendly but I’m not a shitty neighbor. I try to keep the noise down after the normal day person hours. I generally live a much quieter life than I would … Continue reading If I’m Gonna Be Heckled I’m Gonna Go Back To Doing Stand Up
I’m having an existential crisis. I’m done with school. I have not worked regularly in a rather long time. Writing a thesis 100 hours a week for months on end sapped my funds. I’m cash poor and feeling reckless. I have no idea what the next chapter of my life is going to be about. … Continue reading All or Nothing
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 Little Boy Strippers
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 Why I Work As A Stripper
Sorry I went away for a bit. I have been very ill. I have had every possible test run and the good news is that I'm not dying, I'm not contagious, and I'm totally insurable. The bad news is that I have had a three year migraine headache. Three and a half really, but who … Continue reading Wanna See Me?