Thanks— I'd love to write full-time, but my mom still phones me up to hiss at me every time she finds a swear word on my fb. Stoopit fambly, ruining my dreams and making me go to bed.

That's very kind of you. Ive always wanted to do it, but I am also lazy and still haven't sent out my thank-you cards from my wedding a full year ago. If someone here is interested in writing and mailing out 150 cards for me, I will write any goddamn thing you want.

You sound fucking hot.

I know. I have never understood how people drop the INSANE amounts of money they do on strippers. It blows my mind. I could buy groceries for the week with that sweet brown hundo (Canadian here) you're just throwing away.

*most* folks in sex work

For me, besides the major themes of guilt, dysfunction and secrecy, stripping had generally enjoyable moments. I'm totally overgeneralizing since it was such a complex and emotional part of my life, but there were good times and there were awful times. I enjoyed a bit of it, but never to the point of not wanting…

Back before my face and body submitted to gravity, I spent two years shaking my ass at a relatively 'classy' chain in the south. We had to wear gowns on the floor while cruisin' for customers, and if some of the more *assertive* ladies happened to catch anyone giving extras in the VIP, they would get the shit kicked…

Holy crap: Are we the same person, living on a sliightly different plane?