Happy birthday, gramma
Sep11

Happy birthday, gramma

Today is the first time that I don’t need to call gramma to wish her a happy birthday and happy anniversary (she married grampa on her 20th birthday). It takes some getting used to.

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Two couplets for Gramma
Mar05

Two couplets for Gramma

Gramma will pass away soon. She’s an artist and an author, so I wrote some couplets to give her tomorrow when I visit (click the picture to enlarge it). A recurrent theme in my creative works is the seasons. I don’t know who the artist is who made this beautiful image of a tree and landscape in all phases of the year, but I thought it was inspired. If anyone knows who made the image, please let me know so I can credit...

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The bell tolls…
Feb16

The bell tolls…

This week my gramma, one of the most important people in my entire life, started hospice care. People go in and out of it, so it isn’t a death knell per se; however, she has always been a powerfully intellectual and creative person. She was chugging along as her body failed her (when she could no longer draw or paint, she shifted to assembling and decorating doll houses, as well as making elaborate YouTube videos focusing on her...

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I cast thee out: Get behind me, Satan!

“From ghosties and ghoulies and long-leggedy beasties and things that go bump in the night, Good Lord deliver us.” We all have our demons. I am definitely not an exception. I still have a particular monster under my bed. (I would say I have a skeleton in my closet, but the door is wide open, and nearly all those have come clattering out onto the floor.) But to stretch this extended metaphor to its breaking point, I will...

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Misogyny as the language of homophobia

When I was a college professor one of the only writing assignments I gave to my Dance Appreciation classes was the following: Write a two-page paper explaining how your major is connected to dance, and also why taking my class was not a waste of your time. Something that I wanted to drive home to my students was that everything in this life is connected. Everything. I can show you dance, but only you can show appreciation for how it...

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The newest gay superhero: Dr. Anticlimax

Okay, a little background about what’s going on lately. I’ve been pretty open about being an escort with just about everyone. I tend to treat it the way Madonna did when pictures of her came out in Penthouse way back in 1985. Her response was something on the order of, “Yeah. And?” It kinda killed that particular controversy. I didn’t become an escort to shock people. In fact that has nothing to do with...

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Beautiful Booties, Inc.

I so wish my iPhone would allow me to transfer this voicemail onto my computer, so that I could share it with you… I have said many times in the past that my family knows what I do, but I’ve always mentioned it in reference to Mom and Gramma… Well… lol hahahaha When Dad calls me, it’s almost always a sing-song voicemail that he leaves for me. Today I woke up and got the following sung into my in-box:...

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Ugh! What a French whore!

I’ve been asked quite a bit what my ethnic background is. I thought I was pretty obviously a straight-up honky cracka, but I can see how my particular breeding (or lack thereof)¬†might not be so obvious. I get a variety of guesses, so, since it seems to be a point of interest, I’ll just address it now and clear the air. My Gramma did about 15 years of research into this, and I guess the easiest way to describe me is 1/3...

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What would your Mama say?!

It never ceases to amaze me how many little details I forget to blog about. I keep fretting, thinking that I’ll run out of interesting stories, but then a patron will ask me something or do something and I’ll remember there’s so much more to tell. So, people ask me fairly frequently (worded in various ways): “Does your mother know that you dance naked in bars?” Here’s the short answer: Yes....

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$312 electric bill

My Gramma and I were yesterday discussing the salient distinctions between exotic dancers and strippers. One of the points of differentitation for me is desparation, as I stated in one of my first blog posts on this site. If there is desparation, standards get lowered (if they weren’t very high to begin with). This conversation started after she told me about an incident in the paper about 40 years ago wherein a man and female...

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