Spring 22 Newsletter
For those who don’t know, in the before times* I spent 4 years making a living as a full-time stripper at a small club in South Carolina. A short-lived career that afforded me many financial opportunities, an anterior pelvic tilt and lots of memories to smile smugly about for a long time.
Like this one typical occurrence, I was in the Champagne Room aka the “closet-sized space with a torn faux leather couch and the occasional ketchup smeared on the wall” with another stripper giving a lap dance to a customer. I had just been sitting with him at the bar, sharing friendly peaks at each other’s Spotify playlists. During the dance, I whispered directly into his ear “I love Enya ''… and watched his eyes transform into hearts like the cartoon Tom Cat. I knew I was his for the next 15 minutes, half-hour or two. Who can recall. Whenever I think about this sweet connective moment, I’m also reminded of the often whorphobic and competitive nature of the strip club. This was one of several instances where a genuine attempt to get a customer’s motor running ended up seeding a rumor (via my dance partner) about my “rule-breaking” behavior ie. “She’s doing extras! Burn the witch!”.
The champagne room was the perfect place to get creative with strip club patrons and grab the opportunity to peel off the 7-inch plastic heels from my sweaty feet and give my joints a break from grinding. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love giving lap dances and I don’t think this artful tease gets enough credit in the realm of foreplay. But I find the allure of the typical lap dance doesn’t really sustain past a handful of songs. You have to find other stuff to do together! Behind those three-quarter walls, I loved mixing in playful banter, massages, deep chats & eye contact, caressing, flashes, teasing and the occasional panty mongering.
It completely boggles my mind to think about the one night when a guy from out of town paid me an enormous sum of money to cuddle, cry and eat pizza with me for my entire shift, two nights in a row. Not boggled because someone would pay for this, but because it wasn’t something that felt socially acceptable as part of the “Champagne Room” package. I remember managers checking in constantly as I squeezed and kissed on my new friend listening to Tears for Fears on his iPhone. I was an erotic entertainer, how dare I cross the threshold of what was culturally (and legally) acceptable as an “erotic service”. A man with excess money? Interested in vulnerability and affection? Laying down? There has to be more going on! And I internalized that stigma until I couldn’t anymore.
I spent a while even after leaving my home club defending my position to conduct the kind of comfortable but titillating, sensual and inventive interactions that served me and my customers. Months after the start of the pandemic when clubs started to reopen, I decided to begin working independently. I wanted out from under the social and physical pressure of the strip club environment. I distinctly remember the first bit of relief I felt being able to fully listen to my clients talk about themselves without the vibrating bass of the sound system. There’s definitely a time and place to be distant and unattainable, but I feel more fulfilled by the possibilities present when eye to eye with someone, horizontal and holding. While I certainly miss seeing eyes and mouths agape as I contort myself above them on a stage; I continue to captivate my audience by the incorporation of music and dim-ly lit teases. Sharing playlists under the covers.
Updates
I’m going LIVE on my fan page this Friday, May 6th at 8pm EST
I have a couple new exciting photoshoot concepts planned for the summer & fall. Receiving financial support on my fan site or the usual places to tip make it possible for me to put the ‘in’ next to ‘decent’ as far as my naughty ideas go!
Mocktail anyone? I’m off booze for athletic reasons until June 21st but I’m evermore excited to share a bubbly beverage with you while you partake. 🥂
I’ve raised my rates a smidge! Take it up with our friend inflation. If I’ve seen you more than once, you may stick with my old rates until June 7th.
I just returned home from a generous trip to Puerto Rico! I can’t wait to go back. But that’s not the update: I have a refreshed yearning to explore Philly and am excited at the chance to speak more knowingly and positive about this place when I travel. I’m looking for suitors to join me! I’m available in Philadelphia most dates when I’m not touring and would love to venture out with you to events, speak-easies, museums, gardens and hyperlocal restaurants.
Last but not least, my birthday is coming up in June! Here are some gift ideas to help me celebrate another __ years around the sun 😍
Enjoy your spring, dear ones! xo
*Reference to a show someone special put me on: Station Eleven <3