Getting Robbed in Cleveland

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.

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.

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!"

This Old Bitch.....

This old bitch is ready for my son to start shooting film of me doing my dirty stand up comedy....I put these dirty mouthed comics to shame....

Birthright Of My Brain

My brain desires fulfillment.
My words desire notoriety.
It is a crime against humanity for me to conceal my words and deny my brain its birthright.

Sleeping in My Car....

When I was dancing as a stripper on the road, I would have to cut corners in many ways to make sure that my kid's boarding schools received their payments on time. This involved, quite regularly, doing without food or shelter. Luckily, I had my car to sleep in when I could not pay for a room.

I would go to a roadside park and sleep in my car. I did not realize how dangerous this was. Many times the weather would be cold, freezing, and snowy. Sometimes when I was in a big city like Chicago, I would go to a residential area and parallel park on the street. In the cold winters of Chicago, nobody noticed someone sleeping in their car, especially, with the windows fogged up from the cold. I would get in the back seat and cover-up with my rugs that I used in my stage shows. I am surprised I did not freeze to death.

One time in Scranton, Pennsylvania, I was sleeping in my car. I would take my rugs with me after work and drive to a roadside park to sleep. It was so cold. The husband of one of the strippers asked me one night if I was sleeping in my car. I asked him - why did he think that. He told me that he sees me carrying my rugs out every night; and I do not have a room at the motel. I admitted that I was because I needed the money for my kids. He and his wife offered to let me stay in their room for no money. I really did appreciate it.

I really did think they were nice to do this for me. This kind incident helped to introduce me to the well-known fact that you do not get something for nothing; and if someone does you a kind favor, usually, they have a plan in their head to use you someway. The plan is usually more devistating than the way you were before they did the favor.

After I had stayed there a couple of nights, the wife told me in the dressing room that they liked to spice up their sex life with a threesome every so often. She said their sex life gets dull sometimes; and when they have a threesome, it revives it. She asked me if I would do it. Of course, I said, "No".

I was not that cold. Needless to say, the cold car looked pretty good. I went back to it willingly despite their pleas for me to stay.

The Older Guy I Dated in Kansas City

I was twenty four years old and dating a guy who was in his early sixties. I was living in Kansas City, Missouri and stripping at the Pink Pussy Cat. He was some big businessman. I do not remember where. It was downtown somewhere. I cannot even remember his name. I thought he was sexy with his grey hair.

He told me he wanted to rent me an apartment; so I let him. But I did not get a fancy one. I got one that I thought I would be able to afford if and when we broke up.

He WAS a sugar-daddy; but I liked him. I could have got more out of him than the rent if I had been smart enough; but back then, I was not smart, at all.

I do not even remember how it ended. I do remember his coming in the Pink Pussy Cat and hollering while I was on the stage at me about how I liked somee younger man.

I always thought I would remember him - but I don't.