March 2012
30 posts
itdevours replied to your post: ]]>imthedirtyrascal replied to your post:…
When you look at all the criminal stuff happening around you, is the money still worth it? Especially if you’re just trying to do your job but could get hurt by other people you can’t even report because of fear of retaliation.
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The money isn’t the only reason I do my job, although it’s...
]]>imthedirtyrascal replied to your post: Poisoning, Traps, Pollen, and Other Reasons I Don’t Want to Work Tonight
Can’t you rally a couple girls together and go as a group to management? Then the blame wouldn’t fall directly on you… Good luck!
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Actually, the more people that know, the more likely it is that I’d have to deal with the consequences. What if a girl that I approach...
Poisoning, Traps, Pollen, and Other Reasons I...
Spring is in full swing, headed at a full gallop for summer, shortly, here. Which means a fantastic dose of allergens in the air, once more. I get a bit of seasonal allergy drippy-face every year. I just feel sort of pathetic with drippy-face. I’m not sick, or overly tired, I just feel silly snuffling my nose every few minutes and downing allergy pills like they’re in style.
Despite...
I’m feeling a little defensive about my work lately—for a variety of reasons that I haven’t quite pinned down. I’m not going to answer ask box questions right now…but keep sending them. I’ll get to them soon, I promise.
Anonymous asked: I'm sure it changes as the mood or music strikes, but can you describe your lapdance? Do you do anything to encourage another song?
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Fought with myself about going to work. Decided I’d go to work if—and only if—there was room available on the sign-up list (therefore granting me the privilege of no house fee for the night). There was. Great [/sarcasm]. By finding out, I was then signed up. Ran 3.5 miles, fought with the humidity and “heat” (running in 65-75 degree weather is much different than in...
The Boyfriend, RE: Titty Glitter Question
“No, I don’t give a shit about finding stray glitter here and there. It does occasionally crop up in my beard, which is an endless source of amusement to my coworkers.
To put it in terms understandable to the basement-dwelling masturbators out there:
Glitter : strippers :: cheetos dust and empty mountain dew cans : you.
It is a substance whose existence is inimically...
Anonymous asked: does your bf mind getting your titty glitter on him?
I have a motherfucking boyfriend who fucking brings me fucking tea in my motherfucking bed and brings me motherfucking snacks and keeps heating up a warming pad for my sore neck/headache and even ices my fucking knees in the aftermath of work.
This, after having cooked me dinner and rubbed my feet after work, in the middle of the night.
Fucking saint, this one.
Well-Loved Panties.
Upon popular request, I’ll be trying to figure out a good place to sell my (well-loved) underwear. I’ll post a link on this blog once I’ve set it up.
A few things, though…
—Reply anonymously if you wish to these questions. I will not reply to your answers directly.
—What are you looking to offer me for cash? I’ve put a lot of work into lovin’...
From the Desk of the Boyfriend:
(This is his reply to my post.)
“The short version, is no, it wouldn’t really make a difference. Like Piper said though, there’s a lot more to it than that.
For reference, Piper and I had known each other as bar buddies and casual friends for several years before we became a thing. We met through mutual friends outside of the club; a club which I have been enough of a regular...
Coming soon:
The boyfriend has offered to post his response to one of my recent posts regarding whether our relationship would be different if I wasn’t naked in front of other people on a regular basis. We had a long talk about it last night (he even reads my wee blog!), and I think his insight would be pretty neat posted here.
I’m crossing my fingers that he weighs in on a regular...
Anonymous asked: I was just too shy to go to your table and say hello. I was the guy in the stripes under the TVs. I've been a longtime reader of your blog. I was getting ready to leave and I was hoping to just say hello before I left. Next I know, you and L were heading for the door. To be honest, I was a little star struck. And, I didn't want to seem creepy. I probably shouldn't have written...
I wonder if my relationship with my boyfriend would be different if he was the only one seeing me naked.
Because even though it’s different at work, in front of customers and co-workers, it’s still nakedness; it’s still exposing myself; it’s still being bare in many ways.
I don’t think it would be “better.” If I thought that, I’d quit. Or not...
I was looking for something to do yesterday, and opened my email to find a new pole class posted that started last night. I figured, well, fuck it, and signed up after a confirmation from the instructor that I was capable of participating by skipping a few levels. Ran a little two-miler to test out my legs (I’ve been sorta injured), and headed to class.
I know most of what will be taught,...
It's March 14, at 1:59.
Happy Pi Day!
Ughhhhh. I’ve gained so. much. weight. How in the fuck did I let this happen? I just sold some dance clothes because there’s little chance of dropping back to a fucking reasonable weight again. I fucking hate being this fucking fat.
Anonymous asked: I'm a prostitute/escort who's trying to figure out how to expand her clientele base in the real world, as opposed to only soliciting online. Would strippers be offended or feel disrespected if I went to a strip club to look for clients? I don't have the temperament or luscious body to be a stripper myself, but I'm good at what I do, and I'm sure I could find clients at a...
At work. Absolutely wiped out. How do I get out of my chair?
Must. Make. More. Money.
My knees are giving, the tendon in my foot is crunchy, I can bend halfway over from stiffness. My inner thighs are rubber-band tight.
My bed is calling to me so hard, I can hear it 16 miles away.
The photographer was in last night, on Thursday. I bribed him to film me on stage and burn it, out of curiosity. Personal evaluation.
So now I’ve got this video, and I’m unsure how ethical it would be to post a short clip (say, 15-30 seconds) on Tumblr. And, I’m unsure about how I feel about it.
People pay to see it. It could give away where I work. It’s personal and...
A is for alcohol-infused nights of tears, fury, friendship, laughter.
B is for bass that keeps a tempo through the night and the bodies and the movement, day in and day out, without tiring.
C is for the crevaces which make us such popular objects of lust.
D is for dawns early in summer, blinding out sleep and refreshing a worldview after the sun rises on some of the darkest places.
E is for...
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Thursday.
Busy for a Thursday. Looked a bit more like the intro to a hefty Friday, before the crowd died off completely around 1:30. Thirteen girls. A curse, even though I hate superstition.
Started getting ready, and by the time I was nearly done, C* and I were alone in the dressing room. She refers to something that happened on Tuesday, which I had no idea about; I wasn’t there. I ask. She tells me...
/ED trigger, numbers.
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Gained another pound and a half. Not entirely sure how. For the past week, with the exception of race day and the day after (which, I ate fairly responsibly for, but may have been a little high in fat…but after 15 miles, I didn’t feel like eating fat-free everything), I’ve eaten around 1200-1500 calories/day. At minimum, for my current weight, I need...
Anonymous asked: Had you ever felt so expressive as the first time you busted it out on stage?
Anonymous asked: How long have you been with your bf & how does he feel about you stripping? My bf wants me to stop, but I really want to keep doing it so I can save for things I want and need. (I have a day job now, but the money is shitty) Any advice on what to do?