Hello, lovely readers!

I am working on a collection of stories that will ultimately be collected together for a mémoire about my experiences in the clubs. My Gramma has been wanting me to do this, and I promised her that I would let her read it once it was assembled. I don’t make promises often, so they are important to me when I do. She’s not well. I want to get some more material out and compiled, so that she can see something soon.

But lately I’ve not been able to think of anything I feel compelled to write about. Is there anything you’d like to know that I’ve not yet addressed (or not to the degree/direction you wanted)? Please feel free to respond by leaving comments on this post, or by sending me an email.

It’s a return to stunning here in Charlotte, NC. I’m going to go take a walk in the park. I’m in the mood to be a show off. I think I’ll go in tight jeans and a tank top. HAHA

I look forward to your responses. HAPPY ST. PATRICK’S DAY!

xo

Devon

I’m excited to announce that Scotty and I will be going to a location that is not only new to us, but new in general. An old favorite in Washington, D.C. called Ziegfeld’s/Secrets was closed down about three years ago and demolished, so that the baseball stadium could be built. After a long wait, the club reopened about a month ago, and the management there invited us to come up at our earliest convenience…

Well, that is this weekend!

If you live in the D.C. metro area, and you would like to come out and say hello, the new Ziegfeld’s/Secrets is located at:

1824 Half Street SW
Washington, D.C. 20024
http://www.secretsdc.com/

As with Swinging Richards in Atlanta, GA, this is a nude bar, so don’t be actin’ all shy when you walk in, and there’s buck nekkid peeps on all the bartops. Hope you are all well, and that some of y’all out in cyberland will come see me and say hello. I have been told that at this club there is no touching, lap dancing, or VIP giving. So, if you come out, be prepared to tip “only in the socks or armbands.” Evidently there’s a strict rule (as in Atlanta) about touching below the waist and above the knee.

This is my new favorite picture of me. BWAHAHAHAHA I don’t know what the photographer intends to call it, but I have entitled it “Raggedy Anne and Raggedy Andy Attend the Protest Rally: Shortly Before Their Incarceration (A study in human defiance).”

I think the photographer really captured the essence of these people, their stories… their lives. In this gritty portryal of life and struggle, we feel the plebians’ resistance in the face of… um. My concentration span has lapsed.

Anyway, I hope this makes you smile as much as it did me.

Here’s something that comes up with a little bit of frequency: When I’m not doing anything more productive with myself, I enjoy chatting on ManHunt. While I was still hiding in my cave in 2008, it became my primary source of socializing, since I had trepedations about being around people face-to-face. Because I don’t dance in Charlotte it hasn’t happened much, but occasionally someone in another city will check out the Charlotte list, and then I’ve got a patron talking to me on a site that is designed specifically for hooking up.

How awkward.

This is the reason: ManHunt is a place for getting free sex from other users. I chat there primarily to socialize through chat (although I have met people from the site as well – some were for coffee, others were for sex, others were friends I knew from off ManHunt). So then, exactly how does one navigate the situation when a patron who pays for lap dances sees an adult entertainer online at a place like ManHunt, and then makes a proposition for free sex? The patron isn’t out of line, since the entertainer is in a sexualized environment, but how can the entertainer walk the tight rope of not blurring business and pleasure?

It really depends on the situation. I have one friend in Columbia, we’ll pretend his name is John, and when we see each other on the site we flirt and chat, but he never crosses any lines. He’s a gentleman and a friend, and it’s simply not an issue with him. He’s not overbearing in person, and he doesn’t make presumptions online. I’m his doodle bug, and he’s my wee boy. I am totally comfortable talking to him on ManHunt. I see a couple of the other dancers from Columbia, and that too is a non-issue. None of us sleep together, and it’s just chat. However, there have been ManHunt members who are patrons from Atlanta and other cities who do try to make a sexual connection through ManHunt.

I simply keep the conversation polite and simple. I don’t flirt or use innuendo. I answer questions simply and keep my inquiries general. It would be very complicated to hook up with a patron. I can invision far, far too many difficulties in such a scenario. I do not suggest allowing the two to overlap. The other option is to simply not visit these types of websites, but I’ve made some nice chat friends on ManHunt, and bumping into patrons is rare. It’s even more rare that the few patrons I see try to go futher than chatting. Thus far it’s not been a problem, but when it comes up I treat it like I do when I bump into a patron unexpectedly in public. Be aware that cyber stalking is a potential risk from chatting online at hook up sites. Pay attention to whether or not a patron’s behavior changes in person/online after he has found your username.

Okay, I thought I’d be ambitious and get up at 6:00 a.m., like a normal person. Um. What the fuck is this?! You people do this bullshit on purpose every day??? I think my head is going to cave in! This whole a.m. thing isn’t working for me. I mean, I’d heard of 6 a.m., but it had never happened to me before… This is some kind of a crime against humanitarianism or something. This is the kind of crap they do to torture people in Eastern Europe, right? Dear gods, how am I going to be able to go to school (if I’m accepted into the Physical Therapy Assistant program)?

I’m drawing the line at 10 a.m… I’m going back to bed, since I can’t remember what I was going to blog about… I think I’m going to vomit.