Rumpus columnist Antonia Crane has a piece up at Salon about the curse/blessing of being a stripper with thick legs.
A preview:
We’d done this before, dancing for a week in Hawaii and making piles of cash. My goal was to pay my student loans; Trixie’s was her credit card debt. We planned to stay sober. Funny enough, Trixie was also my AA sponsor.
But that day in the club, rejected for my magical, lucky thunder thighs, I secretly hoped for a relapse.
