It doesn’t make any sense. I have been dreaming of this day for over a year, from the moment the WHO announced that we were in the middle of a global pandemic. What gives?
I’m on the flight home from a birthday getaway to see Steven Retchless in Puerto Vallarta. I had no way of predicting 4-5 years ago when we met at a pole convention in Las Vegas that he would become a regular in my home and that I would fly off to see him in Mexico. […]
Her power to burst my bubble transcends space and time.
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 […]
I told her to abandon her feminist ideals about accurately portraying the female form and make me skinnier with bigger tits.
The best part of the tour was when he took a call on his mobile and Millie said, “What is on your screen? Is that a vagina?”
It had the makings of the best blog ever: me drunk, My Parasitic Twin, a home-grown surgical procedure, video, pain, humiliation, me arriving drunk at Wu’s door begging for free ER treatment … it had it all.
The toilet is a metaphor for my life right now, if you leave out the implied negativity that comes with toilet metaphors.
My Beautiful Dream Lover spent the weekend with us because Nina and I wanted to climb a mountain before it gets too late and since he just can’t get enough of me dragging him out of bed at 4 in the fucking morning, he came up the night before.
The most important thing to report is that I TOOK A LAP DANCE CLASS WITH STEVEN RETCHLESS!