I'm psyching myself up to get ready for another day shift at the strip club, but it's not easy. Luckily, after today I have arranged to take the rest of the week off. I need seven days of peace and quiet so badly I could scream. I hear the morning rain pattering against my window, which means business will probably be slow. But, as a fellow dancer told me the other day:
"It only takes one."
Which is to say it only takes one man with money to make one's day or week profitable. My ideal sort of customer is interesting as well as generous-- hopefully such a person such will stop in today.
A thought occurred to me just before falling sleep last night:
Service to idealism is a fountain of youth; service to materialism is a sepulcher of death.
I'll spend the next 30 minutes in meditation, then set off to expose myself.
About Me
- Robin Holly
- I'm a purity ring-wearing Christian writer for a feminist magazine also currently exploring the freedom and stigma of taboo professions part-time. So far I've been: 1.) A fine art model in Chicago 2.) A (clothed) bit part porn actress in Los Angeles 3.) A professional dominatrix in Manhattan 4.) A topless dancer in Queens and Manhattan, using the microcosm of the strip club as a venue for adventures in subjective reality. I also bruise easily and have a mild form of narcolepsy.