I was all super porny like, “Uhn. Baby, I love it when you talk that way.”
Category Archives: Pole Dancing
We burned through a big stack of money a bunch of drinks while talking about shit I cannot for the life of me remember but I do remember not feeling jealous of Sideboob in France, for once.
I present to you Le Coop Du Jour. Like soup du jour but with a coop. That’s French for coop of the day because they use it during the day. And coop rhymes with soup. Get it?
After taking one fall and experiencing zero pain, I realized that the mountain was my bitch.
The most important thing to report is that I TOOK A LAP DANCE CLASS WITH STEVEN RETCHLESS!
Loony told me that there were naked people on the 3rd floor deck so I popped up with my camera to see what was going on.
It’s those bleary early morning and late night conversations that are rewarding and memorable. When the eyelashes are off and the hair is in a ponytail is when I get to see the complex individual behind the carefully crafted public persona.
Just a few things on this very snow day because even though it is 9am, I’ve already shoveled for an hour, walked the stupid dog, experimented with a new recipe and made a new friend. Jasmine, a lovely young lady who works(ed) at Leaf knocked on my door to say hi and tell me how […]
I woke up all sweaty and worn out from an evening of anxiety dreams. The heady mixture of “my” ballot initiative 2N being up for vote and the flurry of activity surrounding the process, the fear of imminent financial ruin, my parents in town (HI DAD! HI MAC!), Wilkins visiting, 200 people traipsing through my […]
I get creepily post-coital after a stretching session which feels even weirder when I hand him some money but what am I supposed to do?
