Tell the Angels..

Sometimes...

Perfect Imperfection...

The spotlight is on...
Walking through those curtains, I feel no physical change..
It's almost as if I become robotic, my mind kind of goes blank, I sigh when I pick up that familiar bottle of methylated spirits to clean the pole & the stage floor..
Martini is ready to perform..
I know the butt man from the genital man from the breast man..
It's not hard to guess, he catches your eye before lingering on the object of desire.. than looks away as uninterested.. I guarantee, if I emphasis that desire.. he'll notice & than he's mine..
Silly rabbit..

Backstage.. sometimes I don't see myself in my reflection.
I have a different look in my eye, I guess that's dissociation..Don't get me wrong though.. I love my job, I've found my calling..which isn't stripping but it's pole dancing. I do what I do.. Im proud of how far I've come & how far I intend to go.

A year ago, I was a completely different person. It's a shock to the system when you have your life set out for you. I know exactly what I want & how to get it.. Figure that's why I'm living fast now..

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