Someone came back from England bringing me underwear, boiled sweets, and a copy of Belle de Jour. Though I've read most of the blog, there is a significant amount of non-blogged material in the book, and I'm enjoying the read. It's a little smutty, you know.

Reading "sex bloggers" is a pastime of mine. Probably for all of you, too. There's six or seven I visit regularly, and my favorite is Mistress Matisse. But funnily enough, for a woman who will gladly go into detail about sex in person, I've never been too interested in writing about it. In my real diary, sure, but not for public consumption. Perhaps this is a consequence of my occupation; I'm naked in public--literally--and I write about that, so I don't feel the need to write about the parts where I'm naked in private. Also, on reading Belle's book, I wonder what her paramours think of how they're portrayed. I've been so monogamous the entire time I've maintained this blog, so even if I did write about my sex life, it would only concern one other person. But go back in time and I could have written about a wider variety of people. What would they have thought?

Matisse's situation is different; the people she's involved with, to a great degree, also live publicy sexual lives; they're involved in communities or lifestyles where it's central. One of them keeps his own blog, detailing their experiences from his perspective.

I don't think there's anything bad about sex blogging; it's fun to read and at times provides great insight. I love Matisse's handling of multiple partners, and the attitudes of those who don't get it. In theory, I'd accept an open relationship. We're just both too lazy and picky to find anyone else to fuck. I love Prof $1.50's rendering of the fiasco that was her online/briefly real-world relationship with her internet boyfriend. I can so relate. I read Postmodern Courtesan and love her book list, though I'm skeptical of the blogged events' basis in reality. But I still read it.

But yeah, writing about the sex life, not for me.

I know for a fact that some people I've slept with are regular readers of this blog. One of them emails me occasionally; we've remained friends. One has never even mentioned my site to me; I found out through friends he visits. I'm not sure he's in my circle of friends anymore, since he RSVP'd for, then never showed or called for my best friend's (his former roommate) wedding. There might be others. I can think of a couple more who might know of the site. It would be really, really funny to write about (ancient) sex with them knowing they're reading, but I also think it would be a little mean.

*back to work*

I will be heading to South Carolina to work during the second week of February. I anticipate better weather and money. One of the girls at the Living Room told me about Club Paradise and said, "There's not a house on Hilton Head under half a mil, or a woman under 200 pounds." I'm not sure golf season is in effect yet, but I figured I'd check it out. They supply a condo for the out-of-town dancers and the flight was cheap, so I'm not risking too much even if the money isn't great. It would be hard for it to be worse, I'd imagine. I'm not starving here or anything, but driving an hour each way and leaving with less than $200 is not good.

Some guy at the bar last week struck up a conversation with me; he's kind of a hippie and a club regular. He told me he'd stopped taking his Zoloft. Hmm. We chat, and he says, "You're a lot smarter than you let on." Hee. Yes, most intelligent strippers are going to try to impress you with their brains. And people off their meds drinking in a bar are good judges of brainpower, hmm? I certainly don't play dumb at work, I just don't want to alienate anyone by making my intelligence the focal point of my presentation. Come to think of it, that would be annoying in just about any social or work situation.

This reminds me of the time some guy did a double take when I used some multisyllabic word. "Wow! I never heard a stripper use that word before!" It made me feel like a monkey who'd learned sign language.

Can you imagine saying something so patronizing to anyone else? "Wow! I've never heard a plumber speak like that before!" You'd get your ass handed to you. To tell the truth, I did rip into that guy a little.

Honestly, where do these guys come from? They also ask me why I'm still stripping after finishing school. Well, you dork, my English degree doesn't have the earning power of my tits. And my Eco minor helps me recognize this. I don't remember who said it but I loved this line: "My IQ doesn't go down when I take my clothes off."

I'm kind of happy that these incidents shock me, because it goes to show you they don't happen very often. Most customers either don't care about my brain, which is fine with me, or they like my personality, which my brain is involved in. Not a lot of them act stunned like that.

Of course, there's a different breed of customer and dancer in Dayton. Maybe I need to head up to Columbus to work. College town, state capital and all