I can't just let a rambling, and truth be told, more personal than usual post stand alone like that today. Life isn't like that; even when it's serious there are funny moments. And oddly, though my mood has been bad lately, my money has been good. I feel like a big faker sometimes smiling, thinking, "Oh, lord, please don't let my smile look too fake. These people deserve to have fun tonight, and not have a depressed stripper bring them down." It's such a weird thing, working in the social world, trying to put on my extrovert skin.

But some people make it easy. Some people are hot couples who let me occupy all of the time I have between two stage sets by dancing for a beautiful woman. I got to the point where I didn't feel I was working, and kind of wished I weren't, since it was just too much fun to play sexily with her. Rarely do I get to dance for a woman like that; not a housewife out for a little fun, not a giggly girl getting her first dance, but a gorgeous grown woman fully inhabiting her own sexuality.

And they didn't even ruin it by giving me their hotel key, though I think that would have been one of the harder offers to turn down (unlike the guy earlier in the night, whose rather unoffensive dirty talk was delivered in a tone that made me uncertain of his sexual orientation).

Speaking of which, I joined two guys at their table and started chatting with one, who pointed to his friend and said, "His ex-boyfriend was --"
"Hey, you just outed me at Mary's!" exclaimed the friend.
"Oh, please, you think you're the first? We're three blocks from the drag show," I told him. It's true, too, I have seen transvestites, transsexuals, and garden-variety gay guys and lesbians all at the rack at Mary's.
"Oh, good. I'm just going to hang out and look at all of these men with their hard cocks after they get all excited!"

Have I mentioned how much I love Mary's lately?