During my first stint as a stripper I went by the name Lola partially after my favorite classic rock song from being a kid. Most people misheard me and called me Lala.  Now every time I hear the song all I can think of is people stuffing my underwear with money, the asian businessman who visited everyday for me and wanted to buy my art work he had never seen, putting thirty minutes of makeup on while girls argued over mirror space and pretzels. I miss the scary stairs I climbed in 6inch acrylic platforms. I miss the young woman who was so good on pole and wore this all white gown…she looked like an angel of sex.

In some weird perverse way…I kind of miss it.

The club is still there but things changed. Things are changing.