Devon Hunter

Although my new year began on November 1 (the day after Samhain), I know that most people in Western cultures will recognize today as the last day of 2008. I hope it was a year of growth, and that 2009 will see you achive all your goals.

Here is an Irish toast that seems appropriate for the current state of the economy:

In the New Year, may your right hand always be stretched out in friendship but never in want.

From me to you, have a Happy New Year.

Dear Devon,

You are a genius.  Your life and you living it as reflected in your blog is ART.  Thank you so much for sharing this art with the world, even though I am not, perhaps, your target audience.

Sincerely,
Jennifer* 

*Explorer of the Farthest Reaches of The Internet, Lover of Men, Maleness, and Man-love in all its permutations.

Dear Jennifer,

I am sitting here stunned at your email. This is one of the kindest notes anyone has ever sent me from the blog. If you are not my “target audience,” it is only because you already recognize that everyone has a story, it isn’t because you’re female. All are welcome.

Go forward with love in your new year.

xo
Devon

 
It really isn’t enough for me to say this to Jennifer. It is (to me, anyway) my responsibility to more clearly identify my “target audience,” which is much wider than I’d originally thought: Women, who make up the greatest portion of adult entertainment, are definitely welcome here (and so are other women who aren’t in “the biz”).

Currently there is a tab at the top of this page that says “About.” I think that I will be updating that to “Mission” and using it as a space to more precisely define what it is I hope to accomplish through this blog. I invite you, my fabulous readers of all backgounds, to visit that page once the change has been made from “About” to “Mission.” I am also changing “Dancers” to “Directory.” If you would like to consider being featured on this site as a professional adult entertainer, or if you would like to submit posts, please visit the Directory.

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.

Actually, everyone in my family knows, on both sides. It’s not a problem for anyone that I know of. And how could it be? Some people come from a long line of doctors… I come from a long line of entertainers. My sister has danced in clubs, and so has my mother. My grandmother has spoken of the days of the Burlesque.

At any rate, it’s not nearly as scandalous as many people assume. I was just at my families’ houses (divorce does that) for the holiday, and people from both clans were asking me about my performance schedule, was I making good money, and are you getting enough rest? Honestly, the only points most of them worry about are that I drink enough water, sleep properly, and drive safely. My mother’s husband even gets up early to make sure I get home okay. He was there waiting for me on Friday night/Saturday morning when I got there finally at 5:30, and again on Saturday night/Sunday morning when I arrived at 4:30. Those two also got me a birthday card with a cartoon in the style of Gary Larson’s “The Far Side” with a female Collie giving a lap dance to a male German Sheperd. The Sheperd was saying, “Oh yeah, shake that tail, bitch!” It was freaking hilarious.

My Gramma speaks very plainly to me about sexuality and issues surrounding human desire. She is a firm believer in universal bisexuality. As a writer and story teller she isn’t squeamish about describing the various proclivities of her characters (which are thinly veiled descriptions of her own fantasies). I’ve even blogged about a recent conversation I had with Gramma about sex workers. Although we live in the South, we are decidedly non-Southern. So, when people say something to the effect of, “I’ma tell yo Mama where you at!” I generally respond with, “Oh, great… She’ll be giving me pointers in front of everyone again about improving my pole tricks.”

Dear Devon,

So what’s the deal with go-go boys wearing those bands up around the top of their biceps?  What’s that all about?

-Eli

Hey Eli,

The bands above the biceps 1) are a place to be tipped if touching other parts of the body isn’t allowed  2) are a place to keep tips if your underwear gets too full (and looks like a baggy diaper or the money starts poking/rubbing badly) 3) advertise that others are tipping you 4) accentuate the shape of your arm, if you’re big enough to be accentuated 5) serve as an accesory for some outfits 6) provide an alternate site for tipping for those who don’t want to touch a dancer anywhere else 7) give patrons an excuse to feel up an entertainer’s arms (ha!).

Hope this helps! I have several pairs in various colors. If you want to get any for jogging (or for your own exotic dancing adventures,
try this online store). If they disable the link to the bands on that site, try going to the following blog and finding the link for armbands in my earlier entry about high-end clothing for booty shaking. You can click the photos with this entry to see my red ones in greater detail (oh, and don’t ask about that second pic – some moments simply beg to be captured… and then made fun of. I’ve had a few people put LOL captions on that image – FUNNY!).

I’ve become obsessed over the last two weeks by a particularly beautiful pendant, which is set in silver and has an engraved back. It’s by John Hardy. The Naga Lava line is quite exquisite (click to enlarge). I love the alternating black and blue or red sapphires. I’m tired of this object invading my thoughts and my dreams. I’ve “decided” to splurge, even though I’m feeling stressed out about the potential later for money issues. I’ve replaced a large portion of my wardrobe lately (after not buying new clothes for almost 10 years I looked fairly ridiculous when I dressed in anything other than my gym clothes). Because of that I’m feeling a bit panicky.

However, it’s really pretty, plus it’s ON SALE! So although I know I’ll probably lament it later (but not too much, I hope), I’m going to go ahead and spoil myself a little this holiday season. Yes, I’ve just bought clothes, but those will end up lasting me another decade probably. HA! This will last even longer. I know it’s a superfluous purchase, but I’m tired of always being so practical. I’m the ant quite enough. I’m going to be the grasshopper for once. Besides I can put some money down on it, and pay off the balance in 12 months at 0% APR. How’s THAT for a nice deal?

Shit… I’m having a crisis over sapphires… I’m so gay. There will probably be a part two to this story… and a part three to this story as well.