Lori and I were working in Cleveland, Ohio at the New Era Burlesk Theater. It was Christmas vacation. Both of my kids were home from their boarding schools.
We had been booked here for two weeks. We were taking turns watching my kids while the other one did her show.
We were staying at a ratty hotel. There was a man down below us who was always complaining about the kids making too much noise. He came up one time with the manager and told us that if the kids kept making noise, he was going to shoot a hole up in the ceiling. Lori said, "You do and I'll cut your dick off and make you eat it!" He said, "What?" She said, "You heard what I said".
We had just put John on the plane to his military school in Tennessee. I do not remember if it was right after we put him on the plane or not; but he was not there when the following incident happened. We came back to the room. Someone had robbed us. All the kid's Christmas things and clothes were gone. They had left three coats in the closet - one for each of us girls. The man downstairs had a van. We thought for sure he had the things in his van. No one could get in the front door without a key; so it had to be someone who had access to a key.
I really do not remember what the police said or if they ever questioned the man downstairs. At any rate, when I took Melissa back to her school in Kentucky we traveled lightly.
The Daily Blogs of Opal Dockery, the Old Stripper, better known as PHONE SEX GRANDMA: award-winning actress, writer, poet and speaker
Monday, June 21, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Tom Beemer with a Bite....
There was a man who worked at the State Burlesk Theater in Canton, Ohio - Tom Beemer. He sold candy and the tickets. He had not been to bed with too many women. One of the girls on the show - Misty Knight - took up with him. She would go to bed with him from time to time when she was in town.
He was diabetic; so any little mark bothered him; since diabetics sometimes have trouble healing. One day when I came to work he was really worried. He told me that Misty had but him. He was afraid it would not heal up. You can only guess WHERE she bit him.
He wanted to show it to everyone to see what they thought - even the men. We all had a good laugh about it. We teased the dancer a lot. She thought it was funny, too. He healed up.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Lori and Mon Cherie Sleeping with Me When Their Hotel Burned
There had been a fire at the hotel where the road girls who danced as strippers at the Folly's Burlesque Theater stayed. I was in town permanently for awhile; so I stayed across the street from the Folly's and a rat-hole hotel. But it was cheap and the people working there treated me nice.
I went to the hotel that was on fire. Two of my friends and co-strippers, Lori Lanier and Mon Cherie were there. Lori was from Calgary, Canada. Mon Cherie was a black girl from Detroit, Michigan. They did not have any place to stay; so I told them they could stay with me.
Of course, I only had one bed. But we managed. We were friends - kind of like a sister relationship. But many "ordinary" people would think the worst because Lori and Mon Cherie were Lovers.
Unlike what most people think, gay people do not try to attack or seduce everyone who is their same sex. All we did was sleep. The only thing that bothered me was the fact that they caked their faces with cucumber cream every night. I hate the smell of cucumbers. I said, "I feel like I'm sleeping with a couple of cucumbers!"
I went to the hotel that was on fire. Two of my friends and co-strippers, Lori Lanier and Mon Cherie were there. Lori was from Calgary, Canada. Mon Cherie was a black girl from Detroit, Michigan. They did not have any place to stay; so I told them they could stay with me.
Of course, I only had one bed. But we managed. We were friends - kind of like a sister relationship. But many "ordinary" people would think the worst because Lori and Mon Cherie were Lovers.
Unlike what most people think, gay people do not try to attack or seduce everyone who is their same sex. All we did was sleep. The only thing that bothered me was the fact that they caked their faces with cucumber cream every night. I hate the smell of cucumbers. I said, "I feel like I'm sleeping with a couple of cucumbers!"
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