Dating a stripper and or being friends with one

1st Off AdSense deined my application. I'm guessing it's because my blog is not family friendly enough...I'm to start the ol' email chain to try and figure out a way to monetize this thing. Anyway, the other night a major cat fight breaks out, like major, rain city, was holding her own, but this girl had like 20lbs on her it was crazy. Anyway, the club cleared out and I Was pissed as I was about to make a sale and I haven't been doing the best lately, although I should I'm RED. I also think my view of money may be warped. Speaking of I need to make a list of thing I can and will sell of mine to you my lovely readers so you can join the official red fan club. That and JaqTheStripper has Off Duty Stripper tee shirts that are super amazing. Okay, Okay, the story, there is one guy left in the club, I'm not holding out for a hail marry on this one....Anyway I introduce myself to this person and they immediately tell me that they are nervous. I crack my solid joke of you shouldn't be nervous you aren't in your underwear. He laughs. I giggle, that's what I'm suppose to do. Also I think I'm hilarious. So I ask this guy for a dance he says yes...oh man I might leave with 30 dollars is all I'm thinking since the night before that's what I left with. We do a dance yay. He says he wants to spend more time. I tell him about our vip. He decides on an hour. Thankfully R ran it and not Luis as I think he would have said no. There is no making that man happy, except maybe if I show up at 8pm every night which is what I'm going to do. I have a financial plan and damnnit i'm making it happen. Anyway this dude turns out to be Jewish....this is where it gets good. The night before I literally talked to a white supermeisit guy, and he asked he if I thought the holocaust was real....uh yeah body loser. He was lame I got up and left. This is when guy in chair says he was at a party and some dude wanted swastikas drawn on and he threatened to carve it on.... Ok the dating a stripper don't do it, we are high maintenance we sleep to much we never eat, we are terrible, We don't look super hot outside of the club just fyi. However we make great wing-men such great ones I should start a service. GO to a bar with a stripper find a girl there you like, you both chat her up stripper leaves and girl is with you. You explain that you are single and thats your friend. you get the girl co-sign that your a nice guy and next thing you know you're making out somewhere else. Totally fool proof

The Good, The bad, and the sexy....

Even though our club is a shit hole which kismet magically thinks I can quit and my bills will still be paid, tell me where you've got that unicorn tied up. Considering that we subject ourselves to this night after night, and it, well it gets old listening to strippers complain. I'm trying to get my persicope back up so look for #red_stripper if you ever want to find me or if you feel like venmo-ing me some money my name is boardgames rule or therealestred1@gmail.com

So here is the thing even though the club is a pit. It still has me. Sorry to say boys I'm still the hottest thing north or la and I'm working a lot lately so you're going to have to try hard to miss me. Unless I'm in portland then I'll give you a heads up for sure. Anyway the club is a pit...

Hoever that doesn't keep seriously some of the hottest, coolest, most family like girls I know out of the club at time I think they try, but they fail. They forget that without us there is no club so even though it's in shambles and we still go in every night hoping for a miracle. Hell I'm hoping for a miracle every day the rest of the week since you know short month rent is due...the usual.

But guys don't let the construction discourage you there is still this
and I'll be there to help you through think and thin...except thin pants they freak me out.

Girls in the bathroom

So the bathroom is a popular place in the strip club many a photoshoot, selfi shoot happen there. Today there were four of us in the bathroom and I looked at our half cut off door, with no closing thingy. Thats right there is no privacy in the strip club. Luis is outside talking to one of the girls and I over here him say something about all the girls in the bathroom, and I rollllllllllllll my eye at what comes out of his mouth. A girl asks what he doing and he says he's just waiting to catch us...Mind you yes, girls do nefarious things in the bathroom, but your had some of your best girls in there why would we jeopardize my job like that. So we open the door and all walk out. I'm of course still on a rampage from running into courtney last night and run up to him with a group photo and was like this is what you were trying to catch us doing selfies...seriously. The bathroom doesn't even work. The back counter is gone. That the only other counter space besides our front counter to get ready, is the bathroom, or to get 5 minutes of alone time or selfie time is in the bathroom that's all we were doing.

So last night they broke the water main if you are following my twitter and my Instagram, you will find that even though we had no water we were still open. We have no women's toilet and we are still open. Honestly there are so many health code violations, I don't know how or why we are open. I'm glad we are or it would be more trips to portland...wait that doesn't sound bad at all. I'm just surprised they are even charging us rent, and I understand they need to to fix it and need money to do so but there are other clubs making money, we own a ton on the west coast, we are raking in the dough (well the club is) there is no reason for anything to be in such major disarray because it truly isn't. Also who's brining the health department. Better yet who's bribing me to not tell the health department? Real question?

Karma is a bitch and god damn I'm beautiful

This started as a text to a friend in a different country so it's going to get jumbled for those of you critics out there and don't worry I see you. 

Today at the grocery store... I saw the woman who brought a tornado a literal god damn devestating someone call some sort of government aid service tornado into my life a dope addict, an irresponsible mother someone who cares about no one other than herself.  She Who with the help of her then partner also a dope head (What can I say I have a soft spot and think I can save people...I can't) stole with around 100k of things like electronics and designer clothing, jewelry, money, whatever she could get her heroine covered hands on. Slowly piece by piece, while I was gone on business trying to change my life around (not realizing my boss was trying to seduce me, you think there is some good in people and there really isn't at times, and you just have to go with that, at the same time there is, there are people like false portal and dc, and j, who just want to see me suceed). Ruined my life, almost literally. I was lucky enough to walk to the edge of the cliff peer over and decide not to dive into the abyss and see if there was a bottom, the cliff was bottom enough.  She was a hooker, had tricks over to my house while I was gone and had sex with them in my bed, never telling me, and never paying rent on time, why because she was a cheap ass hooker...So for a good cheap time call...8675309....jenny I got your number...I would never give out her number like that as much as I love watching chaos I of course want her to be a better mother to her son. OH lest we forget she scratched bitch into my hallway wall on her way out. Because living rent free and stealing my stuff for money and drugs makes me a huge bitch when I kick you out when I find a knife in my bed. I digresss

I walked up to her and told her...nay chased that bitch down was getting ready to swing with whatever I had near me which happened to be a case of wine, thinking do I want to go to jail for attempted murder tonight. IS this how I spend my valentines day. I mean my hair and make-up look amazing this mug shot should look better than lindsey lohans...Anyway I walked up and told her I should beat the shit out of her. She said for what. I said for all the horrid things you did to me. She called me crazy. I thought about hitting her with a wine bottle because it was close and easy to swing like I said before, could have smashed her jaw into fragments right then and there. I decided I didn't want to go to jail and it wouldn't be worth it. She would get off I would get punished there would be no true justice so what on earth would be the point.... I said no, I want to beat the shit out of you for not seeing your son in 3-4 years. She again called me crazy. I screamed not as crazy as you bitch...call your parents tell them you aren't dead. Walked back up the steps bought my whiskey shaking so much I almost forgot to pay the clerk.

I think everything happens for a reason. I did my hair last week so it looks fresh as fuck. I insisted on doing my makeup before before I went to get tomatoes and whiskey (whooooooo Valentine's Day). I said a prayer for protection before I left the house. I was also going through my clutch and realized I didn't have my knife, strange for me, I always have it nowadays, decided I didn't need it.  I stopped by work for a moment to say hi, and find out they broke a water main, but dammit we are still open, we are more reliable than the postal service. I was suppose to make another stop and didn't. I was suppose to get the queen of hearts tattooed on my finger and didn't, I just went to the grocery store on a dark and oddly rainy, not misty, not drizzly, but rainy seattle night. 

My last couple of years if you have been keeping up have been the worst, apartment fire, lose of my dog (which I could cry about everyday if I was allowed to, literally everyday and I would sleep on the floor where her bed was just to smell her if it didn't make me crazy) two dopeheads I tried to help, end up  stealing my life from me. Or what little life I had after the fire with no remorse, just stories of how unfair their life had been how their mothers had gotten rid of their clothes once so they know how hard it is to lose a collection like that but yet pilfered though it. used everything of mine when I wasn't around. 

Somehow I made the right split second choice did not harm anyone physically but said just enough with my words for her to know everything she did to hurt me and her family, and went about my life. I told her to call her mom and let her know that she wasn't dead. 

So she knows I exist, and next time I won't be nearly as nice, next time words will be had, screaming will start, and she can throw the 1st punch, because everything after that is self defense, and yes bitch, I am crazy, crazy enough to let you live with me crazy enough to let you steal from me, crazy enough to wait till next time, to wait for you to slip up because I know your situation and I know you can't help yourself, so I wish you the best, but night falls on us all and for some of us its a warm blanket and a space to move freely about it, and for others it's hard to see what's coming next.

Fate is a funny, funny, funny, thing. I could have been doing a million other things tonight but somehow fate put her back in my path, made me grow, made me realize that like philly, whom if I beat the shit out of gets plastic surgery which she loves and I get charged so she can stay ugly. That she will always be an addict and a liar, and I hope she gets help, but I've moved past caring about her and what her life is, she looked a mess, she smelled, probably of an untreated std. I hope she finds light in the world. I hope she finds a way. Tonight made me realize shes not worth my time, or my energy or my thoughts, and that my heels will always be higher and I will always be closer to the heavens. Truly I rarely pray, and to pray for protection is strange and I didn't know what I needed protection from but apparently my past. 

Thats what it is the fucking past so again...moving on, making money, and being the baddest bitch up in this bitch.

well Tonight was interesting...

I fully thought tonight was going to suck like every Saturday night in the past few months. I was wrong so wrong, I haven't been so wrong in a while. I danced for my 1st person who's transitioning we had a great time and talked a ton. I also sold two rooms and got there early. so lets see if I can do it again tomorrow. Since I'm feeling like I'm back, and it feels good to be me again, and it feels good to be making money again. I didn't hang in the locker room. I was nice but not too nice. it all worked out great. I am really hoping I can do it again tomorrow. For the rest of the month so I can take some time off. So I can save up some money again since that is what this is about so I can get a puppy and go back to school moving on from my transition dance.

My uber ride home was amazing the driver dates a dancer in vancouver we exchanged information. I asked what she was like he said shes's a beast. so she sounds like my kind of girl. So Hopefully made a new friend their.

Did my periscope. If you come into the club because you read my blog or watch my casts or read my twitter let them know I need to know what the conversion rate is. so I can prove that what I'm doing is actually working.

Thanks guys as always

I wrote a whole post

And it disappeared. Basically it said. When I say no. Do not grope at me, Do not, not pay me. It's theft. And the groping is sexual harassment. So don't. Or I will brat the shit out of you. Especially if you are from a country that looks down on stripping like we are a lower class. I know it's just a few people making a whole country look bad. BUT KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF.

to PDX and back

For those of you that know me via, periscope, the blog, the migs cast, friends of friends, co-workers, whatever. I'm sure you all know that as of late I have needed a vacation more than most. I was going hard there for a long time with the whole day job that sucked and turned into nothing expect what seemed to be away to keep me away from Sea and rest her soul my dear sweet pup Harriet.

That being said I as modest mouse said "head south, head south" or headed south this weekend and realized after train tickets I could have got a cheap room if I drove but oh well the safety and reliability of the train was totally worth it. Anyway I got to dance at my fave club being Union jacks

Jacks is my home away from home. I only go when I'm in a bad mood Or I need to reset myself, since the manager the other night informed me my backrent was 2K which mean I haven't paid a dime all month, even though I work every fucking day. So it's actually impossible especially when I'm selling rooms...I digress.

I went to Portland to  find myself to find RED, to find the real me, and guess what, I found her I just need a fake bullet belt from hot topic or the think spiked olive one joes jeans came out with a few million years ago and i'm back in the fucking game.

Last night record breaking night. Tonight not to bad. Wed-Sunday we hope for he best. Do it drink free as possible and start cracking off 20 dollars dances if we have to because we would bank out on those in the old days. Either way I'm not leaving because the machine is back....

I just might have to go to Portland a little more often to get back to being myself.