College Stripper Journals – Pat as Puck (Romancing the Dream)
This journal entry will depart, mostly, from regaling my adventures as a college stripper. I’ll instead speak of the Shakespeare-inspired romance. Specifically, a couple assuming the mantle of drama’s icons. Exposing oneself to the arts will educate the mind, but the baser natures soon assert. While it’s noble to aspire to the heights of the bard, the tumble to humiliation may soon follow.
I was again dating Pat of “The Pats”, a stripping duo made up of Patricia and Patrick. My Pat was the one with blue eyes. The other Pat had brown eyes, like
College Stripper Journals – Branding (Beyond Thunderdome)
Branding is all the rage now. A company’s or person’s image, their public persona, is as carefully managed as is their actual product. Some firms make their living by cultivating reputations. I wish I had known more about this during my days as a college stripper before I was labeled as the loser of Thunderdome.
Like all stories, this one has a beginning before the ignominious ending is revealed. Rusty and I were looking for a decent paying gig to tie us over finals. Studying does put a crimp in the amount of time we could strut our stuff. One of the greeks (
College Stripper Journals – Rule #5 (Vs. a Shave Is Nice)
There was a month that had Rusty laid low while he recovered from an appendectomy. He ended up with a cool scar that matched my own, much to the clients’ delights, but for that short time he was knocked out of working order. The practical distribution of labors prompted me to find a temporary partner from the other stripper groups. A very few of the groups had representation by both genders. They performed more specialized acts. Mind you, this was the Deep South in the 80s, so everything was pretty clean compared to what you see on the circuit today. You couldn̵