My bathroom is not large by any means, and all I could think at the time was, WHERE ARE THE CATS? WHY AREN’T THEY IN HERE, TOO?
Category Archives: Pole Dancing
Today I am going to get all the photos and videos up from this year’s Pole Theatre competition and surrounding reindeer games because once tomorrow comes, it’s gonna be a whole new scene. That’s right … Sideboob and I are driving out to Billings, WY to get Chief and I have a feeling that I […]
The place I got my Babylock serger includes a private lesson on how to use it. After an hour with Meg I was ready to rock and roll and I had projects to do. For instance … It’s awesome. After buzzing through all those little flags and napkins, I feel really solid on how to […]
I was all super porny like, “Uhn. Baby, I love it when you talk that way.”
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.
