Hobo Stripper

Katie taught me The First Thing You See. When I'm on the road, I stop and sleep in beautiful places. These are some of the first things I've seen upon waking up. Out the other window: Cultural exploitation at it's worst: (This photo can be viewed in person at Wal Mikes ...

Life has been happening faster than I can process (or write) it. There's a lot to write about, but I don't know how much of it I want to write - lately I feel even more private about my life than I have before. My brakes got stuck on, tho, ...

I love this town especially for it's dumpsters. Down in Amerikkka, they don't have dumpsters. Not like this. Here we have several of them, and you say the dumpster but you mean a big circle of dumpsters and a covered platform (the give-away platform) that is a big chaos of ...

So, I got this nifty award from Jack at Adventures in Voluntary Simplicity for being brilliant: And this one from Grace, of Grace Undressed: I am not sure what this one means, except that it's pretty and sort of angelic looking. Grace and Jack both have very awesome blogs that you guys should check ...

If you've been reading a while, you remember the interviews with my mom from last summer.  They're seasonal, like my contact with her.  Anyways, if you missed them before, click here to get to them. So tell me about the time when we were out on trapline and dad broke his ...

I lost my phone while rolling down grassy hills and stuffs.  So if you're trying to call me, try email instead.  And if I used to have your number, I don't now...

A long time ago, back in the dark ages of stripping, there used to be a review site. It was an incredible resource. Every time I would get ready to go to a new club, I'd click on the potential clubs and read all the reviews. It ...

If any woman, anywhere in the world, hears footfalls behind her on a darkened street, she has reason to be afraid. Robin Morgan called that the democracy of fear under patriarchy. - Derrick Jensen Lona is becoming a woman, and my motherly friend has been instructing her in all the necessary ...

I'll be short, this time, for you people who don't like sex and blogging and capitalism mixed. This is awesome for fucking men up the ass. The silk lover's got a great curve that's nice for men or woman. I have a medium black one, and the other night ...

This is what I wrote the last time I was here by the ocean. It’s been a long night because Bro got into the grease from the washed out frying pan, originally from the caribou, and it gave him diahrrea all night. So every couple hours all night long I’ve gotten ...

I wake up to the softstrong lull of ocean waves and the sweet sting of salty wind. The first thing I see is the ocean, but my eyes are heavy and the next thing I know I'm dreaming of mushrooms and revolutions. When I wake again the ocean ...

If you're in Washington, go to this!!

I'm barefoot in a little cotton dress when I hit the river, running into it like my feet have always known it. Some of the fishermen, standing knee deep in the water, one every few feet as far as I can see, stare at me. Some don't. I dive and ...

I've used a lot of little clit vibes. You might call me the queen of little clit vibes, or just think that I have too many of them. The pocket rocket booster is, by far, the best. It's a regular pocket rocket, but you can plug it into a ...

I am moving my hips in front of him on stage, and he is putting a dollar on the rail, another dollar, another dollar. As he puts them up, I clear them away and keep dancing. He leans forward, putting another dollar up. "Let me see your pussy." I smile. "Let me ...

I had the dubious good fortune of starting my stripping career in an old school titty bar, with old school strippers. Old school, in this case, meant you respect the hell out of everyone or there'll be a blanket party after work. It also meant rules like, if a customer ...

He is old as dirt, sitting at my stage in a worn flannel shirt and a faded pink and blue baseball cap. When I hold out my garter for money he is suprised, and then digs in his wallet for a ten. Later, after stage, after a few ...

I've had these owie's on my foot for a while. They're way down there on my foot, out of visual range yanno, so I hadn't paid much attention to them. My shoes broke a few weeks ago and I haven't been wearing any (it's crazy, I keep thinking ...

 “Hey! Womens!”   My mom sighs. “God, I hate this.”   “Really?” I think she should be used to it and good at handling it. After all, she was an adult when I was a kid and I was just a child. But she is scared like a newbie stripper, and maybe that explains ...

Everyone's doing it, so I tried it too.  My favorite shirt is cool now. I didn't mean to expose this much skin, but somewhere between the test shirt and this shirt things went slightly awry.  Oh well.