there can be many an awkward moment in strip clubs, just between two people that don't know each other. but what happens when my room mate and her boyfriend stop by? or when i give my friends lapdances? or when my readers come in? or someone realizes I'm the author of this depressing little blog? it's a little weird that i feel like everyone has seen my pussy and all these things have totally happened, and me having social anxiety and all, it seems to break down the walls I put up in my head between two different worlds. I tend to separate different sections of my life and get really confused and disturbed when they meld together. like when I found out an old fuck buddy of mine was doing an old co-worker of mine from a web site I worked for. i totally freaked out, but only because in my weird little brain no one I know should know eachother. this hyper-paranoia-self-involvedness comes from the fact that in Buffalo, everyone knows eachother and I got myself into a lot of trouble there this way. anyway, here's an interesting little story in which the names have been changed.
on about thursday of last week, one of my readers, we'll call him bill, let me know he had sent a bachelor party to the club to sort of help me out and because he knew the men coming with the party would enjoy my company as well as be respectful. he told me his friend's name, who we will call hank, and his description and then sent me off into the wild. saturday night rolled around and i ended up on a sidestage I hadn't been called to because my roommate had mixed up our stage rotation. all of a sudden a very familiar looking boy (hank) screams "OMG YOU'RE BROOKLYN!!" and he and his friends were all having a blast tipping me and being cool and joking around with me. I got off the stage and later came back and mentioned to hank that he looked rather familiar. he asked me if i used to have blonde hair. turns out, a year ago, i was hank's first lapdance of all time, ever. HOW WEIRD IS THAT SHIT?
oh, and for platypusjones and the rest of you, I have red hair now (as well as a sweet myspace angle) and i kind of don't like this picture:
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6 so tell me what you REALLY think:
*high five
red heads rock!
I hate when that shit happens. I like to keep real life and stripper life seperate.
Sexy bitch.
And have you read AZ Avalon's review of Delilahs? Have you ever been/worked there? What do you think?
http://www.stripandgrowrich.com/blog/2009/06/07/club-review-delilahs-den-philadelphia/
Its not a "depressing little blog!" It is an interesting and courageously written insight into your life. And I know what you mean about when the partition between parts of your life come down. Its kinda like how you feel when a well guarded secret leaks out. Uncomfortable. BTW, the posted photo shows one sexy eye!
I just found your blog. I think you look so cute with red hair. Your concerns are founded, but I think you sound like you can handle it. I will go now and read back posts.
I like that you used uppercase letters in your last post. It's a lot easier on the eyes having
an extra visual cue to find names and sentence breaks and it enhances the flow of your writing.
It always seems like such a gimmick when people use all lowercase letters- "Look at me, I'm breaking rules!" - but I've never seen it add anything positive to a person's style. I
find that having to get past my annoyance at
any kind of incorrect English gets in the way
of fully appreciating a person's writing. I'd
rather say "She's a good writer." than "She's
a good writer, but..."
kind of incorrect English gets
I'm flattered to get my own mention. The hair looks great, that is indeed one sexy eye and keep up the writing.
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