tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20440617.post3558737675035590012..comments2023-05-02T01:13:15.498-07:00Comments on Grace Undressed: eight: decay and fallGracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13246990884639753146noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20440617.post-43050554718795339582007-12-10T18:56:00.000-08:002007-12-10T18:56:00.000-08:00part of me never got completely over violations li...part of me never got completely over violations like that...the boundary crossing predators that came to the clubs and said and did things they knew not to try anywhere else...that i could shrug it off with a repeat of my stage name (reminds to see the good in everything) so that i could get thru the rest of the night and make enough for rent, food for my child and I , medicine to breath with, was nothing short of heroic.<BR/>There is a layer of post traumatic stripper syndrome with me still...I'll shake it all the way off some time. Meanwhile there is grace in it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20440617.post-25761978264674405312007-12-10T08:53:00.000-08:002007-12-10T08:53:00.000-08:00During a time when I was still dancing this summer...During a time when I was still dancing this summer, I was walking in a trendy suburb on my off-day. I passed a cafe with outdoor seating, and a table of older middle-aged gentlemen glanced at me, and I remember bracing, cringing, waiting for them to tell me how much they'd like to suck on my tits. Like they could smell the stripper on me, like they'd be right to say those things even in this sunny, outdoor, public setting.<BR/><BR/>That was... well. yeah. You know.<BR/><BR/>Unrelated: I should listen to more Built to Spill.<BR/><BR/>Never commented before. Have loved reading your blog for months and months now. Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20440617.post-55938817879108091842007-12-09T22:01:00.000-08:002007-12-09T22:01:00.000-08:00Yes I often feel the logic of calling Grace 'siste...Yes I often feel the logic of calling Grace 'sister'.<BR/><BR/>Thanks be to Goddess in all her good graces that you had the good sense not to go anyplace with those revolting cretins.<BR/><BR/>Of course every job has its down side, yours included but this is beyond the pale.<BR/><BR/>May that bastard rot in hell for what he said to you. May he get herpes and prostrate trouble and planters warts, and all the worst maladies known to man.<BR/><BR/>You would have been more than happy to show him a fun night of naughty old fart fun, but he had to be a dip shit and ruin it for everyone. I hope he had a horrid weekend and that he never ever comes back.<BR/><BR/>You are so above that loser its not even funny. If he does come back don't even go near him.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20440617.post-36624812314380196102007-12-09T12:03:00.000-08:002007-12-09T12:03:00.000-08:00hear ya sista. i still have nightmares.hugsxxxhear ya sista. i still have nightmares.<BR/><BR/>hugs<BR/><BR/>xxxMimi NYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14521917221150732904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20440617.post-84793345164388673632007-12-09T10:26:00.000-08:002007-12-09T10:26:00.000-08:00For a number of years, I tended and managed bars i...For a number of years, I tended and managed bars in an upscale Seattle market. I remember being out with some acquaintances who I knew because of one of my non-restaurant friends, and was very suprised when they showed no interest in order mass quantities of alcohol. It was so unusual to me. The consumption of alcohol in such fashion had become such an occupational norm for me and was not for others. Lesson learned.Mark for Cabernet and Chocolatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12888517190161078218noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20440617.post-76182851783141493662007-12-08T02:14:00.000-08:002007-12-08T02:14:00.000-08:00Don't worry, dear. I won't ever ask if I can put ...Don't worry, dear. I won't ever ask if I can put my tongue in your ass.<BR/><BR/>And yes, even when full-of-shit, unreasonably attractive Levantine flatters tell you nice things about yourself, it absolutely doesn't mean they aren't true... :)Pamelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16064138668711695931noreply@blogger.com