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| Dec 31, 2002 |
| I was sitting on my porch today and along came Olivette, left me a note asking for my advice -- Kaylani, How you doin girl? Well, I have a question for you. You know I have my 2 kids and that lazy a$$ so and so still ain't payin child support, right? That man has the nerve to call himself a Christian, a deacon at the church, be up in the pulpit singing in the choir every Sunday morning. But he's working under his friend's name so the district attorney's office can't collect child support. I know he's working, I've seen him, but I haven't seen a dime. Anyway, that's not what I'm righting to you about, that's just extra details. Here's the thing, I need extra money. I've been visiting the local strip clubs with my boyfriend and now I'm seriously considering being a stripper myself. They seem to make pretty good money, I've talked to several of the dancers. They warned me that it can be degrading, men touching you all night for money. Men trying to get you to jack them off in the corner for an extra $20, stuff like that, but I'm really considering it. I'm a college educated proud woman, but I don't know what else to do. My boyfriend says he'll support me in whatever I do, that I have to do what I have to do. In a way, that's good, but in reality, I had wanted him to say no. I wanted him to say he would rather help me make ends meet than to see me do something that isn't really me just to get my bills paid and children taken care of. He did warn me that there are men who will think I am a slut or a nympho, that that is how a lot of them view strippers. He told me to be prepared for them to offer me money for sex. $500, $1,000, who knows. And in the "Champagne Room," while they don't expect intercourse, they're paying $250 or more per 30 minutes to have me behind closed, locked doors. For that, they expect more than a lap dance. He said oral sex and a man putting his fingers anywhere he wants is expected, if you know what I mean. In fact, he said they expect at least the fingering in the private dance rooms that are $60-$80 for 6 minutes. That put it into a different perspective for me. I mean, that makes it seem more like being a prostitute, even if I don't have sex. I suppose I can refuse certain acts, like those rooms, but I could also end up tempted. Hello! And welcome back! It's been a long time since I updated this page, my apologies. Well, I've got a new idea. This page will be considered WIP (work in progress) or Under Construction. In it's place I plan to put a new document. 254 East 106th Street. It will be a combination of truth and fiction. A neighborhood woman who witnesses different events ocurring in her neighborhood. Visitor who come buy and discuss their lives issues with her on the porch, etc. It will allow me to be creative as well as incorporate your e-mails anonymously into the story. It also allows those who continue to write to become permanent members of the neighborhood so that we can update our readers when they visit us again. It will be a vast improvement to my silly stories and personal life, but ya'll know I'll still be putting my bidness up in there too! Thank you all for your support and keep reading, writing, e-mailing, etc. And remember what G.I. Joe says, "Knowing is Half the Battle." And Take with you the salutation of the wise Vulcans, "Live Long & Prosper!" |
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