Small Town
Posted by: redflagging on: November 8, 2010
I don’t make it around to my old haunts much anymore. And when I do, it’s generally during the day. Good because I’m not big on crowds, but also bad because I never know any of the girls who are working.
Last week I went to Lucky Devil with a friend of mine for a few drinks and as soon as we sat down I noticed an old custie of mine from the Shack. He was sitting at the rack with his head tilted slightly to the right, staring longingly at the vag of the young dancer on stage. I used to do shows with this man, both at the Shack and at my apartment, so I’ve seen that head tilt many times before. He was nice enough, but always maintained that little bit of creep factor, no matter what we were talking about or doing. Maybe I just think he’s creepy because he always shook a little while running his hands up and down my body..? Sort of reminds me of a chihuahua.
Anyway, when the dancer’s 3rd song was nearing a close, I downed the remainder of my drink and figured I might as well get this inevitable reunion over with. I swiveled my chair so it angled towards the stage and waited for him to get up from the rack. When he did, I waved and his bearded little face lit up. We chatted for a bit and reminisced, and he was unfortunately his same old creepy self, even though I hadn’t seen him in over a year. Luckily, as the conversation was waning, the 3rd member of our party showed up and we headed out for another club on Powell.
Question: Do any other females out there use the men’s bathroom when the women’s is locked/occupied?
The only other time I’ve even been to Rose City (formerly Cocktails and Dreams) was the night it (re)opened. It was packed that night, but I’m guessing the hype has died down since. When we walked in, I counted 5 bodies – 2 dancers, 2 customers (one at the rack, one at the bar) and the bartender. I would say maybe the after-work crowd had yet to arrive, but when we left an hour later, there was only 4 people inside (bartender, one custie and two dancers).
We sat down at the bar and I look to the right and see another guy I hadn’t seen in a while, only this time it had been close to 5 years. I had met him initially while I was working at one of the Dolphin Clubs. The first show we did I made over 500 for an hour, and then I guess he got comfortable with me after that and decided he wanted to date me instead of pay me. I totally would have dated him, but only if he was supporting me in some way… and he didn’t seem very interested in that.
It took me a minute to get up the courage to talk to him, because I wasn’t 100% sure it was him. So, I asked him his name and, low and behold, it WAS him. There was a seat between him and I, so he scooted over to it so we could talk without yelling. He really is a nice guy, but we don’t have anything in common. I think the only reason the conversation went on as long as it did was because I was on my 4th drink of the evening, and I get super talkative after about the 2nd drink.
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I know it’s bad form, but I just got super distracted while writing this post. So I figure I’ll just end it now, as opposed to letting it go on and on without continuity.
BOTTOM LINE: Portland is a small town.
My biggest WTF moment in recent history.
Posted by: redflagging on: August 27, 2010
- In: News | Random | stripping
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I wrote this in sort of a frenzy last night. So, I apologize if it seems like more of a ramble than a story.
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Are you ever just sitting there, poking around on the internet when you see a word or a name that takes you back to something you had COMPLETELY forgotten about? Well, it happened to me just a minute ago when I saw the name “Holmes”.
Okay, so a long, long time ago, I was hanging out with this guy my friends and I referred to as “The Happy Dancing Guy”. He was actually kind of a badass, but he had a soft spot for techno music and couldn’t refrain from dancing whenever he heard it. Oh well, we all have our vices.
So I was at his house one day and he had a bunch of his obnoxiously attractive friends over, and I don’t know how the conversation ended up on the one member of their crew who wasn’t there, Dominic, but it did. One of the guys threw his hands up in the air, got really tense, and then said something about how he, “never believed all that stuff about Dominic’s past.”
No one said anything else about it after that, and I wasn’t really one to pry.
Fast forward about 6 months.
I’m hanging out with a girlfriend of mine (the one who I robbed the strip club with), and one of her guy friends. She and I are shooting up, he’s getting high on crack and then we all decide to head to one of the male strip clubs downtown, Three Sisters. Her guy friend is the DJ there, so we get in free, have a few drinks and pick up one of his friends, who’s stage name was Damien. We all go back to my apartment, the boys smoke their crack, the girls shoot their crystal and eventually I end up in my bedroom with Damien to have sex. I want the light on, but he’s very adamant about having it off, so I give in. The sex was terrible, his dick was semi-flaccid and looked pointed in the small amount of light filtering in underneath the bedroom door from the hallway.
So after he busts, we both get dressed and wait for the other two to be done with their business in the living room. I turn the light on so he can smoke so more crack and we make small talk. Eventually I ask him his real name and he says, “Dominic”. He’s attractive enough that I consider for a moment he might be one of Happy Dancing Guy’s friends, but I forget it as soon and I hear my friend tell me it’s safe to come out.
The guys take off after that, and leave my friend and I alone to tweak in peace.
Fast forward about 2 years.
I’m living in a different place now, and I just got a new roommate a few weeks prior. We’re up getting high one night when she mentions she ran into her old flame Dominic the day before, and she wanted to know if it was okay if he came over. My response is, “Sure, why not?”.
So, she calls him and he promises to bring some dope if he can just come over and chill out for a bit.
When he arrives, I immediately recognize him as the crackhead male stripper I’d had terrible sex with 2 years prior. He recognizes me, too, but neither of us want my roommate to know we fucked, so we just do introductions. After talking to him for a minute, it comes out that he’s also friends with Happy Dancing Guy, and we start reminiscing about him and his crazy lifestyle. At one point, my roommate goes to the bathroom and it’s just me and Dominic alone in the living room. I ask him about that night we had sex, and he tells me he had been wondering the same thing about me.
Awkward silence.
In an attempt to break the silence, he asks me about a picture of my mom I have on display. He asks if it is, in fact, my mom. And then he remarks about how pretty she was in the picture. Luckily, my roommate returned to the room after that.
A few hours later, after Dominic leaves, my roommate mentions that she’d heard weird rumors about him a few months back. Something about how he’d killed someone when he was younger. I figured we should just Google it. AND OH MY GOD, we found numerous links to different articles about how Jonathan “Dominic” Coons (who later changed his last name to Holmes) was convicted for killing his mom when he was 16. He stabbed her 29 times in the chest, shoulder and back. HBO and PBS even collaborated for two different specials that featured Dominic. HBO’s version was titled, “Kids Who Kill”. I found an article that stated he only ever admitted killing her one time, after asking what it was like to kill his mom. He replied, “it was like stabbing a watermelon.”
WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK.
Years ago when I originally searched, there were more articles available. Now, it’s limited to only a few. Most focus on a fraud investigation he was wanted in.
http://www.crimevictimsunited.org/measure94/cases/holmes.htm — This one is sort of cheesy.
http://www.nrtoday.com/article/20070214/REGIONALNEWS/70214004
http://www.anvil-media.com/archives/110103/pbs.htm
Urban Explorer
Posted by: redflagging on: June 27, 2010
- In: photo | stripping
- 8 Comments
Here’s some pictures I took a few years back of the two floors above Union Jack’s club in Portland. I’m well aware I’ve ruined the photos by messing with their natural state. This is what happens when you’re a tweeker armed with a digital camera, Photoshop, and entirely too much free time. I had about 20 more photos, but I lost the disc I had them saved on.
The whole place was totally fucking rad. I wish I hadn’t needed to climb on top of a cooler to get up there.
Everything was incredibly dusty.
Most of the rooms up there had numbers on the doors.
And THIS photo was quite possibly the most excellent thing to happen to me that year. Sad? Probably. But it is an excellent accidental shot.
The End of an Era
Posted by: redflagging on: June 23, 2010
- In: Life | News | stripping
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Well, hopefully the end of an era.
Last week the Sugar Shack, Video Visions, Pink Marlin, Dillingers and Tommy’s, Too got raided by the IRS. I, obviously, don’t have anything against the kind of illegal sex stuff that was going on in and through those establishments, but I do have big issues with the way the owners conducted their business, how they treated their employees (dancers, bartenders and janitorial staff) and all the illegal financial shit they’ve been getting away with FOR DECADES. I also have a few friends who are now out of work because of these closures, but they’re not working there because they can’t get a job anywhere else, they were working there because it was easy. Hopefully this is the push they need to get jobs at better bars/clubs/whatever.
Watch the news cast here.
Just WOW.
Posted by: redflagging on: June 11, 2010
Meet Jenyne Butterfly.
I’ve never seen anyone make this shit look so effortless.
Good vs. Bad
Posted by: redflagging on: May 30, 2010
- In: questions
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For me, a good customer is the kind of person who uses their dollars (or 5′s or 10′s or even 100′s) to let you know that they’re enjoying you or your performance. A good customer talks to the dancers, but also understand that the dancers are at the strip club to make money, and not just to sit and talk for free. A good customer will offer to buy you a drink if the one in your hand is almost gone. But most importantly, a good customer NEVER touches the dancers unless invited to do so. One of my favorite customers was a man who would pay the girls to rub their feet, but he was always very respectful and very generous. He just wanted some attention, and the girls always wanted money and free foot rubs. :o)
Bad customers, however, will sit at the rack and not tip (or tip $1 per two songs). A bad customer will monopolize your time off stage (and on stage), if given the chance. Bad customers try to low-ball you for a dance. If you’re getting one dance, no way I’m taking less than $20…. BUT, if you get 3 dances, I’ll gladly take $50… IF I like you. Bad customers point out yours flaws, or try to make you feel inferior. Bad customers request you to dance to their favorite song and then forget to tip you extra. They’ll also try to stuff money in the front of your thong, just for a chance to gently caress the area around your lady parts. Or, they’ll skip the formality and just try to caress your lady parts. Or, they’ll blow on the dancer (tits or pussy, or anywhere) when she’s sitting on the rack in front of them.
I’m sure there’s lots of things that separate the good from the bad, but I can’t think of any more. But, if any readers out there CAN think of more… leave a comment. I’m curious to know what other entertainers/escorts think.
“OC” asks…
Posted by: redflagging on: May 27, 2010
Q: What’s the weirdest thing you were asked to do for money?
A: I was asked to fuck a man in the ass with an ENORMOUS strap-on, but I declined.
Q: What will be your reaction if your future daughter wanted to try a career in stripping?
A: I can’t be a hypocrite, so I’ll probably just tell her to be careful and stay off drugs.
Q: What kind of a kid were you in high school?
A: I hung out mainly with the drama students, but I was also friends with a couple of the more popular students (drama students, by nature, weren’t prone to popularity). I also dated girls, which went over great with the jocks.
Q: What do you miss about stripping, if anything? What’s the part you’re most happy to be done with?
A: I miss the freedom, the partying and the attention. But, I’m happy to be done with the emotional roller coaster that happens when you leave with $400 on a day shift and then $30 the next night shift. For me, I started gauging my happiness and self worth on how much I made. It’s a dangerous habit. I’m glad it’s over.
Art asks…
Posted by: redflagging on: May 21, 2010
Q: … What is the attitude towards girls who don’t do drugs. Are they looked at as snobs or kind of outcasts? I ask, because that is the impression I’ve gotten from some I’ve talked to.
A: I can’t speak for everyone, but, for me, it depends on the girl. I’ve known a lot of totally cool drug-free girls that are chill with her co-workers doing (almost) anything in the dressing room or the bathroom. I’ve also known a lot of girls who will run straight to the management if she even suspects her co-workers of doing anything. I tend to think the 2nd kind of girl is frowned upon because no one likes a tattle tale.
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Q: Do you miss the life of a stripper?
A: Sometimes, yes. But I know I’m better off as the spectator, not the performer. And that doesn’t mean I’m not considering taking pole dance classes sometime in the future. :o)
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Q:Is the writting of these blogs kind of like therapy for you, or is it a kind of a warning to the next generation of strippers?
A: Yeah, it is sort of like therapy. It feels good to get all this shit off my chest. Also, I don’t want this blog to scare people away from stripping. Everyone if different, and different people will have different experiences. My life as a stripper was only messed up because I had poor decision making skills… plus I was always high.
