10th
Bah
My therapist says I should write every day.
HAHAHA. I have a therapist. Weird.
I’ve actually had several, this is the first one that I haven’t lied to.
The first one was when I was eight, I don’t remember much cept he had a beard and I got to draw. Maybe he molested me or something… I do have a thing for beards. Things to ponder.
Recently I was at Veselka (all night Ukrainian place) with a sober and platonic male friend who owns a local dive bar that I ahem, “frequented” on my nights off from clubland. He was in the bathroom when in busted 4 of my girls from my previous line of work. Upon hearing the shrieks from the bathroom he said to himself “I bet those are Kimmy’s friends.” So we were joined by my ladies, including the supremely hot Eastern Bloc blonde who makes around a G a night working at one of the top spots in town. Between our giggles and shrieks about BlaMexEs, getting boners from magnums of PJ, vibrators and the deep, deep shame that comes from sleeping with a promoter his eyes just grew bigger and bigger. I pulled out my phone and texted him under the table “bottle hookers.” He replied “Most of my buddies would be jealous right now…” I said “Tell them to get a black card and buy us some shoes and they can come hang.”…at this point we were finishing up our pierogies and shrieks and Eastern Bloc Blonde pulls out her credit card and pays for breakfast. The King of the Dive Bars jaw dropped to the table. “Your paying for me??? No one ever pays for me! I own the bar! They always make me pay!” It was really adorable. Eastern Bloc laughed and said “What? It less than hundred dollars, that nothing.” Than she ran off to kick her boyfriend out of the apt so she could have a slumber party.
I really love and miss those girls and am always psyched to see them. The problem wasn’t clublife or bottle service, even though it is a corrupt and debaucherous racket. The problem was me. Plenty of girls work in the industry and don’t end up coked out messes. I’m an addict, and give me enough rope I’ll hang myself. So I chose an industry with a lot of very pretty rope. I’m glad that I’m out of it (or at least on another side of it) now, but I’m strangely glad I lived through all that.
