I’m a stripper.

Well, not really, but I have done a good number of amateur nights. I’ve danced on stage naked for strangers, swung around the pole, and even given private dances. I was incredibly nervous my first time, but realized quickly that it was EASY and exhilarating.

I thought this week I would share some tips with you guys on how to give the perfect striptease – I promise it’s easier than you think! Even more, it’s fun and definitely something new and exciting for you and your partner to share. He’ll love seeing you in a sexy new light and you’ll love the power you have to turn him to putty in your hands. Read More »

There are few topics in a relationship that cause more controversy than strip clubs. Many of us can’t understand why our man would need to watch some other girl strip it off and shake her ass in his face when he can have our naked ass in his face whenever he wants it (for free, I might add).  And isn’t watching some other girl get naked a form of cheating? He wouldn’t like it if I let some random dude come over and rub his crotch in (or on) my face for $5.

So why do guys do it? And what is the appeal of having some girl rub her boobs on him if he has to stick a few bucks in her panties to do so? I haven’t spent much time in strip clubs, so I turned to someone who does. Frequently. And loves it.

Here is the strip club lowdown from a dude who knows it (very) well. Read More »

A few months ago my roommate and I went to a strip club with some friends. I was expecting a trashy bar with dirty-looking girls, but it wasn’t like that at all. The club was small, clean, and felt safe. The girls were all attractive, not supermodels, but they looked real. And we had a blast.

We made friends with a few of the girls, and even got one’s email address. She told us how much fun she had dancing and how empowered and sexy she felt afterward. We left that night wanting to be strippers, and swore we would do amateur night some day.

Well, we finally did it.

Amateur night happens every Tuesday. The club is 45 minutes outside the city, and neither of us have cars, so it was tricky trying to find a day we both didn’t have homework and could get a ride. My roommate’s friend offered to drive us and we no longer had any excuse to put it off. Read More »

“Hi! Chelsea?! This is Amy from Baby Miracles!”

It had only been an hour since I replied to an add on Craigslist that was offering between 7,000-10,000 grand for an egg donor, and they were already calling. They called before I could really process what I had even gotten myself into. All I knew was that rent was almost due, my car had been chugging around on Empty for days, and I wasn’t quite prepared to strip for cash — since I couldn’t afford the liquor necessary to do so.

Any other time my eyes would have grazed an ad for egg donation, I wouldn’t have even noticed the dollar signs and the idea of EGGS would have only applied to my breakfast. This particular ad was so specific though…it was basically calling my name.

It was a NYC couple that couldn’t conceive, one was Italian the other was Irish (the exact mix of my ethnicities), they were looking for someone artsy (me), writer (me), musician (me), healthy (me), smart (me), height/weight (on the money) and blah blah blah. It was calling. I answered the ad, and it was so much of a calling I had them CALLING ME….not once, but twice. Three times. E-mails, IM’s and messages were also left.

I spent a couple weeks filling out the info (the couple was pushy and upped their going rate), I did the paperwork and then ALL of the details started to come to my attention. This wasn’t some piece of cake thing where you hand over a bloody rag and call it a baby. Egg donation came down to some moral conflicst and frankly, some needles. Read More »