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It is very late as I write this. I have been thinking today about what has always been a big motivator for me… Adventure. I have always felt there was something Noble(don’t mean to sound corny here) about the desire to experience new things. My life can be described in many ways but none of them include the words ordinary or boring. I have many tales to share with you and few regrets. I guess if I can still say that at the end of my life – it will have been a pretty good life. Mortality is an issue with me because I am a three time cancer survivor. I have had three different primary cancers with the attending surgery, chemo and radiation. I do not want to get too heavy with you on this… It does cause one to reflect on life – the quality as well as the quantity.
I grew up in the rural South – a small town of 2500 in Arkansas. Somehow, I turned out entirely different from the kids I grew up with. They tend to be conservative – my politics are far left. Many of my classmates still live in the same general area where we grew up. I moved as far away as possible as early as I could – going to San Diego in my Sophomore year of college where I became a stripper. I went with a girl I worked with in a pizza parlor to the club where I eventually danced . She also was a dancer. I danced for the first time that first night to borrowed music (Stairway to Heaven, if I recall correctly) and was hooked on dancing from my first moment on stage. It was so great to be on stage and look directly into the eyes of the men in the audience. It was amazing how gentlemanly they all were – to a man – in all of my time dancing I was never disappointed in the kindness I saw in each of their eyes. Sounds funny, I know – but, I swear – it was my experience. I did a “girl next door” routine where I wore sort of upscale “preppy” looking clothes which I removed very slowly over the course of three songs. I was completely nude for only a very short time in each appearance. I danced in a string of clubs and we were chauffered between the different clubs in a pink limousine. Each evening we would perform two or perhaps as many as three times in each of the clubs.
I spent my days at the nude beach near Scripps Research Institute in La Jolla. In the evenings I would dance or go out clubbing with my friends. I was limited to where I could go as I was only 18 then 19 years old. I was never self concious about my body. It was pretty good with large breasts and an hour glass shape. I was never thin but had a more womanly shape. I got the worst sunburn I ever had in my life the first time I went to Black’s Beach. You have never been burned unless it includes your ass, the soles of your feet, your scalp and your pubes. At the end of the day I could not sit. lay or stand – what a mess!
I learned a great deal about life as a dancer. The women I worked with ranged from college girls working their way through school, to hookers, to Hell’s Angel “property”, to Moms just trying to keep food on the table. I look back on it as a sort of strange microcosum. There were periods of the high life and a period when I was sick and living in a brothel in downtown San Diego. I didn’t work there but I crashed there a number of nights. This was the early to mid 1970s – a time of growth and angst for America and Americans (although I suppose that could be said about just about any period you’d care to name).
It was a time of unrepressed sexuality BA (before aids). Sex was easy, free, casual and seemed to almost electrically charge everything. Living through that time in that place brought me to the person I am today. I hope you will stick around (or come back) to learn some of what life has taught me. You might want to add my RSS feed so you can know when new posts are available. And tell me what you think. You are always welcome here…
