This past Tuesday November 11 Pet Pack had a fundraiser put on by a Portland artist, Mike Bennett and a pet supply store called The Filling Station. Everything happened very fast, it was all decided on and put together within one week. And the event was promoted on social media and even the local news. Mike Bennett named it The World's Longest Dachshund. And invited people to come and participate paiting a dachshunds on the side of his art studio and donate to Pet Pack. A dog rescue foster organization called One Tail At A Time was there as well. Save ALL the animals!
Week 43.....I need to start taking notes because I cannot remember anything that stands out in my memory from this week at the club. I know we (I mainly) joke around about drugs. Only because a lot of people think that allllllll dancers use drugs and drink everyday. So to add some humor to that I like to pretend that I am looking for my bag of coke or whatever it might be. This is the only bag of coke we have to offer. To clarify, I would never use drugs in the club, waste of drugs. I do recall a group of nice guys coming in and one of them thought I was fantastic and phenomenal. Yes I am, thank you for noticing. And I do remember two very drunk fishermen, both recently divorced, both very loud and one of them extremely annoying and dumb. I am always amazed that there are women that willingly share their lives with cretins like those. We also have a new girl, new to the club and new to dancing.
Week 44. Wednesday I made like no money. Nobody thought I was fantastic and/or phenomenal.....oh well. But I brought in some fun stuff for us girls to drink from Trader Joes. A pumpkin spice milky white drink and espresso martini. I usually do not eat/drink any pumpkin stuff but this drink is yummy. The espresso martini is super strong so I only had a few sips. Skål has two meanings, cheers and bowl.
I do not work Halloween usually. You are kind of expected to be in costume, I am not in the mood to complicate stuff with a costume cause I am cranky like that. The club might be busy on Halloween which this year fell on a Friday and yes it was busy but I stayed home. It rained heavy all night. Saturday us girls had a small discussion about dancing. Not much came out of it. I did not expect anything either. Dancing as in exotic dancing is interpreted in different ways. I would never rip my underwear off on the first song out of three and stick my butthole in someone's face. In fact I keep my whole outfit on on stage. Does it make less money? Yes. But I don't care. The loud divorced men with poor social skills from the other week came back. Super loud and annoying again, that is how they think it is OK to behave I guess.. Even other guys in the bar got irritated with them and that says a lot. I danced for a super sweet, well dressed and cute guy that had never been to a strip club before. I was the first dancer he'd seen and obviously his first lap dance. He was very happy and said coming to the club was on his bucket list. And there was also a group of four young guys in that were generous, fun and just nice to be around.
I spent this Sunday in Portland. Started with a Pet Pack shift. Fell in love with the cutest pit bull girl. She is not in a good situation and I really hope that the people that care for her do better for her. Please spay and neuter your pets. It is super important. And if you do not spay and neuter, then do not breed your pets. And take care of the pets you have. I wish I could save this baby from the life she is living now. Right now she is hungry, skinny, cold and stressed. We fed her on the spot and gave her food to take "home" and another harness and leash. I had an extra blanket in my car that she could have. And I will get a jacket for her and hopefully I see her next time I have Pet Pack so I can check on her, hug her and give her the jacket.
Then I went to the Lone Fir Cemetery because a girl I know was going to have an event there but it got cancelled due to the rain. I walked through the cemetary, the oldest tombstone I saw said 1833 on it. I am pretty sure that I want to be cremated, I have an idea how. Unless some other method comes along in the future that will change my mind. Like the mushroom burial suit or the mushroom coffin (already exists).
Then I did errands. Finally at 6 pm I ended up at Salty's for dinner. The apple galette was amazing. Here is a view from outside Salty's, that is the Columbia River, dividing Oregon and Washington.
After dinner while walking to my car I saw my breath when exhaling, it got cold. I think flip flop season is over.
Look at this pretty amanita muscaria also known as the fly agaric! I love all the mushrooms! Found this one on today's forest walk.
One thing that really annoys me is that people pick the beautiful mushroms and then just put them down on the ground.
WHY are you picking the mushrooms if you are not intending to eat them? Like the mushroom Kaya is looking at, somebody snapped it off by its base and then left it on the ground. FUCK YOU OK. Destructive asshole. When people trample through nature destroying everything that comes in their path, breaking tree branches, picking up mushrooms and throwing them on the ground, stomping on bugs and insects on purpose. Yea, YOU SUCK!
The poor mushroom was growing and doing good until some moron decided to destroy it. Respect nature!
I even feel bad throwing away food. I finish all my food, I feel like I disrespect the plants and animals otherwise. And any like potato peels or fruit remnants I always bring to the forest or put outside somewhere instead of putting them in the garbage.
And speaking on fly agarics......check out the cover of a local magazine. The animals are gathered around a boombox and a fly agaric. I love it.
You know what.....? There are two months left of 2025.
The last time I was in Portland, you know the burning hell hole and warzone, I decided to make another visit to the area by the ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) fascility.
By the way, Burning Hell Hole would be a great name for a strip club.
I asked a friend if he felt like joining me to check out what the whole of the US and some of the world are watching and talking about......PORTLAND OREGON, nothing like witnessing things with your own eyes and ears if possible. Well, Portland Frog was there. I like Portland Frog.
And other friends.
As you can see a warzone. I am sure the people in Gaza can relate.
I spent about two hours observing things. It was very interesting. I did not see anything violent or any destruction. There were some pepper balls. And a couple of interactions between the ICE agents (I assume?) and the crowd, when they (ICE) came out of the fascility to allow for vehicles to leave. They kind of make way for them. Somebody spoke on one of those really loud police megaphones and warned the crowd that you will get arrested if you do certain things. Fair.
I actually have a personal story about that. The police spoke/yelled at little innocent me via one of those loud megaphones once. I was driving on the I-15 in Vegas going home, it was like around 4 am. There were other cars too, Vegas is a 24/7 kind of place. Anyhow, all of a sudden I hear like a loud voice. At first I did not comprehend what was happening and then I realized the loud voice was talking to ME. It was not God, it was Metro (Vegas police). I guess I was driving without my lights on and they were telling me to turn on the headlights. Ya, in Vegas they do not have the time and energy to pull you over for minor stuff like that, they just let you know through the megaphone and you are good.
Well.....after like I said, two hours or so we decided to leave. No more excitement, time to go to bed. I am a boring fogbone nowadays.
I know that there has been more "action" outside ICE Portland at times. Stay safe people.
Week 41, I was only there Friday and Saturday but it felt like forever. Nothing stands out except the guy that brought a book to the club and sat at the bar at READ for hours, yes HOURS. I guess he had been there Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday as well with the book and then made sure to bring himself and the book Friday and Saturday as well. Ok.....you read books.....wow.
I do too. But in my opinion, there is a time and place for everything. Reading a book at the coffee shop, park, in your car, at the doctor's office while waiting for your appointment, at a reastaurant - yes. But if you go to a strip club and decide to read a book? I feel it is offensive. And other co workers of mine felt the same way. I read books and magazines in the club too (in the dressing room), when I have nothing to do. But I do not go to a club as a patron and bring a book to read. If I go to a strip club (which is rare) I look at the girls and appreciate them. Anyhow, he looked lame as fuck with his book. Like...you read? Impressive......NOT.
We were so slow Friday, until around 11 pm that I entertained myself with by taking terribly vulgar pictures of myself. Like this one for example.
Saturday a girl came up to me and said that every time she comes in my hair looks gorgeous. Really? Thank You. She must have seen me only when I have a good hair day.
Week 42. On Wednesday I was very popular for some reason. One older man sat at my first stage, I asked him if he was OK because he was like shaking. Then he got a dance. At the end, he was close to tears and said that I made his year and that he will remember me and the lapdance for the rest of his life. He was sober and sounded sincere. That was actually one of the nicest compliments I have ever gotten. To him, that dance and our interaction meant something deeper than just a lapdance.
I gave him a couple of good hugs and told him to take good care and come back if he wants to talk. I think he is lonely. I was pretty busy that whole night. It was a positive and fun shift. Good interactions with many people. I love it when it is like that.
We did have a group of very intoxicated men in there for a while. One of them was extremely loud. So loud that the bartender told him to leave. Again, it is a strip club not a gathering of you and your dude friends around the fire pit out back.
Another guy told me that he was getting a divorce after 18 years of marriage and 22 years together, I could tell that he was sad.
I listened to him and gave him a hug. He thanked me. I understand, sometimes you just need somebody to talk to.
On Friday some guy declared that there were so many drunks that could not handle their liquor in the club. Yes I know. Many of the girls that I work with do not drink alcohol at all while they are at the club.
A girl came in, she decided that I was her favorite and thought that I looked like a "natural majestic mermaid". Yes that would be me, the majestic mermaid......lol. She dances at a club in Portland, I might go visit and say hi next time I am there. And check out her club, she referred to it as a gentleman's club.
The heater is back in the dressing room. I spend a lot of time hibernating in there. I am cold a lot in the club. I wear thigh highs for a few different reasons. I am cold and they keep me warm. My legs are often hairy so nobody can see the hair.
And my legs are out of shape. I have not been inside a gym since over five years. And I am so used to wearing some sort of thigh high by now and feel "naked" if I do not wear any.
Lavender joined me and the heater, she knits beautiful blankets.
Saturday I wrote the Swedish word of the day on the board - groda. Look it up.
The club smelled pretty bad all night Saturday. Many guys that had been crabbing and fishing that day came in wearing what they wore during those activites. Stinky. Yuck.
Then somebody threw up in the men's bathroom, I guess on the walls and the floor. I walked out of the dressing room and continued towards the front of the club and then I could smell something foul, the puke, so I turned around and went back into the normalcy of dressing room. Just gross.
Towards the end of the night I gave a dance to a very grateful man that told me he had not been touched for four years, since his divorce.
Dancers are social workers and therapist as well. I mean it. Appreciate the dancers. Thank You.
