Wednesday a girlfriend and I worked in Salem. It was fun to travel with a partner in crime again. We have danced and done photo shoots together over the years, so there were no surprises. It was just comfortable. Traveling with someone else is always an adventure!
We discovered a small sports bar in Albany on the way home. This is a perfect example of something I would have never experienced traveling on my own.
Life is about the journey!
This past week I skyped with a Pot from the south. We discussed a fetish and I entertained the idea of going outside my comfort zone. Defining my boundaries is a never-ending job.
What is the price of a personal first? What is the price for entertaining the unknown? … There is always a price!
Have you read “Strip Club Journals Unbound” in Adult Quest Magazine this month yet?…
Strip Club Journals Unbound
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“Freedom is what you do with what’s been done to you.”
Often potential SDs think I am just into sugaring for more writing material, because I am honest about writing my blog and freelancing. It is easy to refer a pot to my blog to get a general idea of my life. Rather than spend time getting to know them, only to be disregarded later when they find out I am a stripper.
Why is sugar my choice of companionship? Men will waste a woman’s time by getting them to rearrange their schedule/dreams/goals. Spending time together becomes a career obstical and the woman rarely wins in a patriarchal society/relationship.
I met a pot in Portland today. It made me lose hope(just for the day) in men and I ended up not working at the strip club afterwards(icing on the cake: the pdx strip club did not have my credit card money from last weekend ready). I should have worked to make my trip to Pdx at least profitable, but it would have been all bad. I would have ended up taking anxiety pills to get through the night or worse I would have drank. This Pot is young, successful, attractive, well-groomed, lives in Portland, and new to the sugar world, but he was late and wasted my time. I sat on the waterfront waiting for him in his own city. He did not even try to show remorse by being more sugary.
This is where the lines between arrangement and relationship blur for men.
“I always felt that the great high privilege, relief and comfort of friendship was that one had to explain nothing.”
Since I have returned from Vegas, I have worked three shifts in Salem. After working there on and off for over four years it has become a comfortable atmosphere with familiar faces. The first time I walked through this strip club’s doors this year, just three weeks ago, I ran into a dancer I met in Eugene many years ago when dancing was still new to both her and I. This was an amazing way to be reminded of my roots in an odd way.
The moral of this story would be never underestimate small acts of kindness, people with good hearts remember these acts!