we were treated like adults? Back in the good ol’ days. When people took personal responsibility and pilots didn’t leave the seat belt...

Insider tidbits about my memoir Anything But a Wasted Life First photo (credit: Linda models: anonymous) this is the old “private room” at Mitchell Brothers O’Farrell Theatre - it no longer exists. We did private toy shows while guys jacked off (cleaned by the techs after each guy), where Linda stood to take this picture—on the other side of a short plexiglas wall. I don’t name him in my book, but fuckit, this is where John Cusack pulled his huge cock out and came while looki

Quote of the night: ‘There’s a ten if you make me nut.’ What I love about this statement is its absolute absurdity and the cojones it...

I just danced for a pretty cool guy. And he had money to boot! He owns real estate in Los Angeles, San Francisco, and New York, which is...

Last month I went to a strip club with The Texan that I had briefly danced at in the early 90s. They’d expanded, but had enough of the...

I haven’t seen the Texan in a month! We haven’t gone this long in ages. He’s champing at the bit. This was supposed to be a two-night...

April 26, 2017 drink: white wine I haven’t heard a peep from my old client, WAMU. Not since I said no to the jack video. Men are so...

I was single and not feeling guilty about stripping for the first time in years. I felt good about myself and my life. It’s strange that...

[2012] I just got a standing ovation on stage! It was fucking awesome. Also, a guy sitting on my stage gave me two twenties and said that...

I had the most profound and delicious strip club dream last night. I have two types of strip club dreams: the ones where the DJ is...

Almost one year ago I fell in love with a married man. It was instant: a force greater than both of us. He found me on Instagram. Had been following me for a while, and then one night, in a pill haze, he commented on a photo. It sparked a back and forth. And then he said he wanted to take ecstasy in a cabin with me. My heart stirred. I had looked at his gallery before, but now I looked with more earnest interest. He was rugged handsome. And I swear I could feel his soul throu

When you are neurotic as hell, the trick is to appear casual. Pretend to be a person who doesn’t care. For example, I hate sharing food. It gives me hives. Everyone I’m close with knows this about me, but there are still times when I’ll be out and the server will say “family style”, and if you watch closely, it looks like a man just told me I’m gorgeous but he doesn’t pay for sex. It’s not a germ thing. It’s control. I want what I want and I’m too nice: a shit combo. Let’s sa

I was working in the Green Door Room one night—a six, girl-on-girl live nude show, ending with semi-private toy show—and while I was in...

I wasn’t always a city girl, you know. I grew up in a small town amongst rolling hills and unlocked doors. I rode horses and made out...

Men are always willing to send you jack off videos and dicque pics (my special spelling for them). A pervy guy, however, is sometimes...