Rebel yell

I had an interesting Facebook experience today. A guy I went to high school with "friended" me and I uncharacteristically accepted the request instead of ignoring it. I haven't gotten a ton of hometowners wanting to be my friend, but so far the ones who have sent requests have gotten ignored. They are either people I don't remember at all, people I remember, but find boring, or people who were awful to me.

That last one is the main reason I say no. I just don't think any of those people need a window into my personal life. And now that I've friended one of them I have all of these outrageous things in my head that I want to post for my updates. Wtf? It's like I'm right back in high school dyeing my hair pink and wearing all black.

One reason I love stripping so much is that it is such an "outsider" kind of world. And I guess I've pretty much always felt like an outsider. I didn't fit in growing up, and I don't fit in with other adults now. There's just something in me that has always wanted to rebel. Going against the grain feels as natural to me as anything because I've been doing it my whole life.

Ah well, I'm not going to analyze it anymore tonight, but I am considering blocking that guy on Facebook. Ha!

Doing it and doing it and doing it well

I'm an old timer when it comes to stripping, and a newb when it comes to blogging. I started in the business in 1994.....I'll let you do the math, and have done it off and on (mostly on) ever since. I went legit for about five years to work in publishing, but found that working in a cube in corporate America was a soul-sucking enterprise. Even if I had thought I could work my way up, the top didn't look all that great. I knew I couldn't do publishing anymore, and figured stripping would to until I found my next true calling (of which I believe we all have at least two or three).

So until I can decide what direction to take this blog, I will regale you with tales of my dancing career. Perhaps then I can figure out if I want to have direction at all, or if I just want to see my own words in print out here in the interweb.

This is me back in 1998. Don't ya just love my big hair?