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...

Do you have any idea what it’s like to have had big tits ever since you were thirteen? It's sort of a nuisance. But I’m not really here...

I've been waiting so long for this. We've been texting, sexting, sharing photos and videos. A retro love story, save for the pulp....

Do you see this horrible sliding bathroom door? With at least an inch of sound escaping freedom on the bottom? When closed, it stood...

I recently befriended a fabulous Sugar Baby. A Sugar Baby is a young female or male who is financially pampered/cared for by a Sugar...

There are still a few aspects of society that don’t get discussed. Thousands of women suffer from a condition that causes them to feel alone, and can lead to some bizarre behavior. However, history and Oprah, have proven that talking about the issue—coming out of the dark—has positive, long-lasting effects. The affliction I want to address today is Post Stripping Stress Disorder. After years of performing naked for cash, women often find a void in their lives after they quit:

There’s a guy who comes to the club, who, as I understand it, was once engaged to one of my fellow dancers (I didn’t know who the guy was...

I’m not an “in-call” girl. My house is my sanctuary. But after seeing these two men for a long time, I allowed it. The first man was a sweet guy I had met through the adult section on craigslist—one of two that actually turned into something regular and long-term. He was nice. He was married. He was also short, soft-spoken, and sort of goofy. He requested that I wear silky slips and panties. He liked to do this weird thing with our legs when we started. He would lay on the be

Twenty-Minute Man tomorrow morning. Ugh. Who the hell wants anal at 11:30 a.m.? Wait, don’t answer that. Nevermind. Not me, and probably...

The second time I had a snag with a dancer was at the Market Street Cinema. It wasn’t a classic fight; it was a classic looting. Market...

My first serious relationship after I got sober was with a man named Ed. I met him at a meeting in San Rafael. Ed was only twenty-three...

..on the toilet seat! I hate when women come into the club (or any public bathroom) and pee all over the toilet seat. Do you understand...

Instead, I've perfected dysfunctional relationships with men. In fact, it's how I pay the bills. Insert that whau whau sound, the one...