Reflection Time: When Grind Mode Sets In Update

I know that I'm not the one with the soap opera life, but I do know that, apparently, there is something interesting about me in order for you to keep revisiting. LOL!! And I love it!! So it's only fair to give you an update of what is going on with me, since I'm suffering from writer's block at the moment.



I did a post at the beginning of the year, When Grind Mode Sets In, where I go over my blueprint for 2012. I have to admit, I am very proud of myself, although, a few of those things were replaced with some new ventures. Some may become a little disappointed in themselves when their orginal mind set, didn't turn out as planned. Well not me. I vowed to prosper within a new attitude and mindframe towards life, and that's exactly what I am doing. I'm claiming my destiny. So let's reflect on me and then we can reflect on you. And we'll begin with this quote that I found in my spam, this morning. Talk about the irony...

"Using the power of decision gives you the capacity to get past any excuse to change any and every part of your life in an instant."  ~ Tony Robbins

Aaaahhhh, how refreshing is that? People tend to focus on how much they couldn't get done in a day, month or even a year's time. Everyone is so impatient that no one takes the time to focus on how much they actually did get done as opposed to what may have seemed like failure. I'm an inch away from certification and I'm getting my mind set on registration, this summer, for the start of the fall school year in hopes to major in English and take up some Psych classes on the side. That's so that my self-appointed Psyche degree can become official, lol. I've X'd out the other deals, but no harm done. It's just not the right timing. That's the "power of decision". I'm falling into new decisions to be made which are leading me into new, future developments. I began house hunting and found out yesterday, that I am just a few milestones away from my destination. How blessed am I!!! God is awesome!! My writing for this blog is coming to life. Not only am I learning myself in this process, which could possibly be boring; but I'm coming into contact with great people, which is the fun part. People are vibing off of my lessons just as I am vibing off of their's. I swear... umm umph... the power of words. My bills are paid, and on time!! And it seems like the gas prices have dropped just a tinge LOL!! Just saying. Where there is faith, I see my prosperity in even the smallest of things.

Now, let's be realistic here. My life is not grand. I could write on any sheet of paper or type on any screen (easy) things that which I have done and prevailed in. But please believe, bitter never fails to trail along side of the sweet. How you swallow it is what takes the cake. I can own up to my flaws. Should I (or you) be ashamed of flaws? Hell no!! Works in progress, we all are!! And you keep it moving. I have become addicted to future planning. Something that I have never done in all of my life. It could be a good thing, but it also wears on your stress level. I stress over the things I would like to have for my children as opposed to myself. My reasons for owning a house is not to gain status, but something for my children to call their own and to feel comfortable in. I feel horrible for having to limit them to certain things that are beneficial to their growth and childhood because mommy had to downsize. If you think stress will exhaust you, try hiding it. I'm not exhausted from being stressed, I'm exhausted from trying to "seem" like everything is ok. In which it is (sounds contradictory, doesn't it?), but my mind will always linger to how much better it could be. So, I'm mentally exhausted. That's only human. I'm exhausted from being secretly exhausted, lol. I work and in the process of me working, I'm doing outside work dealing with those life plans and in the process of me working on those plans, my emotions fluctuate. Now I'm overwhelmed with excitement of what I know that I can/on my way to accomplishing verses the lost of confidence because the road seems so long and it's just me. I go home and I don't have enough energy to spare for my babies; continuously adding things here and disintegrating things there in my mind in hopes that, by this time next year, I can waddle in the comfortability that I strive to sustain (just a little, because "grind mode" will always be sot on GO) And, also, to restore enough energy to, at least, sit on OUR porch while I watch them play in OUR yard. *snap* Then I'm back.  



Overall, I'm happy with the process. Baby steps. And when it gets to the point where life gets to be too much and you don't realize what you have complete, just sit back and think about what you have been doing to get there. I thought about this. I have to do this to get this, and I need this so that I can get that. I'm on my third "this" in that lineup (lol) and I think it's safe to say that I'm feeling myself right now. If you set your sights on the prize and not the hurdles that you have to jump to get to it, then the run there will seem like a walk in the park. On that note, there is still much work to be done.

Last but not least, this is my go-to sanctuary and even if the stats showed 0 on a daily basis, I still have the option to write, and that helps. But it's 20 times better to know that my reader's exist, even if you guys are shy ;)

Until next time bloggers....

As The Blog Turns

A few days ago, I was reading one of my favorite blogs SnarkySnatch. This particular post, Funny thing happened on the way to my vagina someone visited my snatch, she explains to her audience about her meeting this awesome guy and how she felt the need to either keep her blog discreet as possible or to either let it go. Tough, tough decisions!! The audience responded with wonderful feedback suggesting that she follow her heart and proceed with her new found love or to be up front about who she is and the awesome image she maintains, and that he would just have to except it. Although things didn't quite work in the order that she intended, if you continue to read the posts thereafter, you will see that she still got the best of both worlds. *sigh* What a dream come true. Now on with this soap opera...




It is wonderful to meet new people that have the same interest as you do, or better yet, share the same language. But that doesn't call for marriage, lol! Honestly, I never would have understood the seriousness behind the art form of writing or poetry (even though I have been writing for years) if I never would have began blogging. I always viewed it as one of those weird habits that I contained. Something will come to mind and then I would go write it down on a peice of paper. I guess it had to be some good shit, being as though, I still have those peices of paper. I had no friends that shared the same interest, no family that shared the talent... just me. But never the less, once I shared my work, they enjoyed it. Stepping into this world with high hopes of gathering my thoughts so that I could, one day, write a book (every bloggers dream, lol), I quickly found out that, words are more powerful than a weapon made of steel and the gain of an audience is like luxury. Totally different ballgame. Be careful and mindful of the things that you say and write about, while writing about the shit your audience really wants to hear. Really?! Is that even possible? So I write about what and who I know best, myself. And when reading most blogs, that usually turns out to be the headliner... yourself. While in the meantime, we find that there are really some interesting people out here (in a good way) whether we know them personally, or not.

My reasons for rambling? Encouraging words can become not so encouraging when people fault you for speaking a language that they do not understand. Instead of reading and focusing on the concept or the creativity put into the art, they are moreso focused on the "is it me" factor. It kind of make you second guess your reason's for jumping in the business in the first place (or including them, at all) when all you wanted to do was write and relate. Once your business prospers, your words mean something and people begin to look to you for that assurance. Let's go see what SSC is chatting about today, or Up4Dsn, SnarkySnatch, or  Kenny'sPUA Kiss & Tale Adventures. No matter what they are talking about, they serve a purpose. That purpose may have begun with ourselves in mind, but it ends with the fact that you now have a shit load of people following you and concerned with your well-being or whatever subject matter that your blog references . Ha Ha!! So I guess it's safe to say, I'm kind of a big deal, slightly famous.. you know? Slightly! We all are.



As my journey pushes forward, I'm finding out that anything that has the ability to seemingly pull you out of your original conformity, is always going to be a threat to the people surrounding you (ie: fam and friends) in real life, as opposed to your virtual surroundings. I'm still me. I haven't changed but I do have a new subject to talk about when conversing with friends and fam. Bloggers are able to feed off of each other's energies and ideas. Relate. Whereas, your writing format or words usually never make a difference to the people outside of that circle. And that's okay, until the separation turns into division and we are, then, left under the assumption that we have to choose. Which brings me back to SnarkySnatch, I'm beginning to understand the confusion. And even if you have no idea who I am or who I reference within anything that I write about, how long ago it happened or even if it was just yesterday, how good it is or how much it sucks... things are not so entertaining on this end of the computer screen. Explanations aren't necessary when everyone reads and processes information differently. I guess it comes with the job, but I continuously return to the thing I feel so passionately about because I love what I do and there are actually other people that love it too. I thought I was working for free, but it makes sense now; everything comes with a price.

Until next time bloggers... don't read a book, Read Me!!

I Have No Panties On

Ladies, I know that there comes a time when we get ourselves into little predicaments (clothing) that we can't get out of or have to stick less of ourselves (under garments) in. It is up to us ladies to understand our bodies, the shapes that which we were given, and how to maintain a stellar appearance from inside to out. Fellas, if floppy booties or stanky cooties float your boat... that's fabulous. But let's just try to save that for behind the scenes. Every woman should present themselves in an elegant manor rather than looking, OR SMELLING, disgusting.

Rule #1

Before you walk out the door in your catsuit, mini dress/skirt, bathing suit or even a simple maxi dress... try to take a quick snap shot of your ass OR if you can't reach back that far or your mirror is not placed in a good place in order for you to get a good look at the rearview, have someone else to do it. Yes!! I am serious. And even though I have a small frame, I still perform the ass check. It's mandatory. If your cellulitis is bulging through your tights, that is considered a wardrobe malfunction and you may need to rethink this whole ensemble. It's really unpleasant to draw a crowd's attention due to the fact that your ass won't stay in one place. Yes, honey, everyone is staring at you, and it's not because your outfit is cute or because you think, "they're just hating".

Rule #2

There are specially made undergarments for different shapes, sizes, and, believe it or not, to hold things in the proper place . There are girdles, body magic, boy shorts, thongs, seamless panties, bikini style, classic (granny panties), etc. Pay attention to your under garment wardrobe ladies, they give you choices for a reason. Make sure you are purchasing the right sizes. You do not want to walk around with a bulging booty. That means your underwear are too small and it can possibly even seem like you have a wedgie, eewwwwww, or even a rack of cleavage coming from your ass. Same thing goes for thongs, the thong line is not cute either. If it makes it seem like you have 2 sets of hips or that your ass cheeks could possibly fall off with the next step... yes ma'am! too small.

Rule #3

Please be aware of your hygeine. This should have been rule #1, but the truth of the matter is that your body shape has partial to do with your body odor as well. So, we're in the right spot. Pussy odor travels faster than a fart and is a scent that is very easy to trace. It's not good to be dancing in the club and before you know it, your pussy just smacked the shit out of everybody that was on the dancefloor behind you. We, women, have been accomodated with "coochie" wipes, "coochie" perfumes, "coochie" flush (douche)... USE THEM!! Purchasing these items does not mean that you have hygeine issues. It means that you like your pussy clean, and what's wrong with that? The pussy has it's own lineup of products that helps to keep her in line and to maintain her awesomeness. If those things don't work, you may need to go to the clinic a more extensive route.

Rule #4

Everyone does not have to know that you do not have on undies. Stand up straight, back arched, and legs closed. It's ok not to sit down because your dress is too short. This means wear a shoe that is more comfortable for long standing periods. If you do sit down, please keep your legs closed. Wear tampons or panty liners accordingly. I would not suggest wearing the shortest dress in your closet when you know that your blood cells are flowing from your hidden valley like a free-for-all war. You also, might want to keep dancing to a minimum. It's okay to just stand there and look cute. Just because the song says to lift your leg like you peeing on a fire hydrant, doesn't mean that you have to do it. This is not "Simon Says", no one is winning a prize here. AND OMG!!! if you are one of those women who has the pube hairs that have routine meetings down the inside of your thighs, just shave it off!!

Which brings me to my next rule....

Rule #5

Even though it should be a secret that you decided to go "Commando" this evening... Ladies!! Please shave!!! I know, I know, no one is going to be down there. At least, not where you are going, or maybe they are... whatever. I just want to clarify that I'm here to tell you that hair harbors odors, sweat and crabs. Imagine how many pussies rubbed against that chair before you sat your ass in it? Not only that, but, I think it would be a bad look for you to be rocking the type of spandex that are kind of thin and then once you get in the light, you're exposed... Yea!! those kind. (and for the record, tights are not the same thing as leggings) You don't want to look like you have a porcupine on your crotch area. Include swimwear here, as well. And let's not forget to think about safety, too, because we definitely don't need any of our hair, from the most sensitive portion of our bodies, getting caught in zippers. Damn!! That's bad for business.

Alrite ladies, I think that's enough ass and pussy schooling for one day. Now that we got our girls chopped up and "aromatherapeutic-like" (another one of my many vocabs, lol), we're ready to start our day!! Or at least we know how to prepare oursleves better, for tonight.

Until next time bloggers...

Up4Discussion Presents....

MEEEE!!!! Hey my blogger fam and friends!!!

It is always an honor when there is someone that recognizes talent that you never thought you had. I would like to thank J, from Up4Discussion, for the opportunity to allow me to express my crazy thoughts and emotions on his totally awesome weblog. I would also like to extend my appreciation for his mentoring me through my whole blogging experience. Yes!! You guys, he was my first!! *blushing*

Thank you J, for de-virginizing (lol) me and helping me to understand and enjoy this journey. And I pray for nothing but success for you and your endeavors. You truly have a heart of greatness.

OK, ok, ok people! Grab you a peice of tissue and wipe your tears and noses ;) LMAO!

I wrote a post called Was It Worth It?, where I basically give you a menu of items to be purchased in order for a woman to achieve a fantasy or TV look. I also compare the confidence that which she already has, to the confidence that she is trying to achieve while in the meantime, she's wondering, Was It Worth It? I hope everyone enjoys. And while you're enjoying me, be sure to check out the rest of J's site. You're  sure to be in for a treat. Just click any one of these links that I have plastered all over, or you can click the one below. LOL! Forgive me guys, I just figured out how to add a link. smh, so blonde... anywho, on with the show!!


Was It Worth It?

Until next time bloggers....

Poly Amor Me Good

I am a very open-minded person. I mean... my mind is so open, almost anything could get in there and hang out for a spell. I said ALMOST, anything LOL!!! I know this post is going to probably send a few of my readers into regurgitation. But I'm going to be as open and as honest with you as I possibly can. Today, we are going to discuss Polyamory. Whoop! Whoop! Throw your hands up!! LMAO!! OMG!!! OK, straight face o_o Now, let's get to it.

For those of you squares that are out of the loop of things, Polyamory "is the practice, desire, or acceptance of having more than one intimate relationship at a time with the knowledge and consent of everyone involved. Poly meaning "many" and Amor meaning "love". (courtesy of Wikipedia) To describe that in terms that everyone would better understand, let's just say, in this scenario, cheating doesn't exist and 1 or both people in a relationship would be free to date others or the same person(s). But I don't want to talk about that scenario of Polyamory, I want to talk about a "triad relationship": three people romantically involved, commonly inititated by an established couple jointly dating a third person (once again, Wikipedia, lol) Take notes class, there may be a pop quiz at the end. Let me clarify that I do not support Polygyny (man with multiple wives) nor do I support Polyandry (woman with multiple husbands). Call me a hypocrit BUT, I feel that marriage is a sacred union between 2 partners and 2 partners, only. I understand that the Polygamist that which are centered around these compounds give other practicing (sane) polygamist a bad name, however we will be viewing things on a much happier note... let's say for instance... if everyone could just free-ball it. LOL!! No papers, pre-nups, or engagements.

Moving right along, this would be the life!! Just picture it, me... my man... and our girlfriend LMAO!! Call me crazy, but it could possibly work. I've had my share of threesomes women, and what better way to live out your life than to live it with the best of both worlds. Everybody wins. Tell me what man would not enjoy waking up to 2 gorgeous women every morning and what bi-sexual woman wouldn't absolutely love having cheese eggs, turkey bacon, and grits ass, titties, and dick for breakfast every morning. Hot damn! That's a full course meal. Stay aboard dear readers. We could incorporate the "what if's" and all of the downfalls to it, but let's just enjoy this moment while it last. There is never enough distance between a dream and a dreamsnatcher.

Imagine the type of things that can be done in the bedroom. The vibrant colors that it would add to the new taupe bed linens and the beige floors. 2 heads will always be better than one during these rentovations. Ladies, picture multiple tongues on your pussy just to get you in the mood. Or maybe even one at each end of your slit; that is, the front and the back.. wink.. wink ;). 4 hands roaming your body at once. You don't have to be the one to squeeze your own nipples or play with your own clit, it's already being done. Where one lacks, the other make up and where both are awesome, then you are just fucking EPIC all over. Talk about a climax! Fellas, picture 2 women sharing your popsicle. If you are one of those types that enjoy riding your woman's face and having your salad tossed... just imagine what that would feel like at the same damn time. Aye?! LOL!! May or may not be your cup of tea, but imagine what other flavors you would be able to digest. Complaining about not getting head enough? Now, everytime your meat swings free, someone is grabbing hold to it like it's the last package on sale. Or how about we make a sandwich and stick that meat right in the middle of a 69? Pick an end, any end... lol!!

On a more serious level... feeling a bit inadequate? Gas up on a full swing of premium level compliments and self-esteem boosters. Simply put, everyone wins. So if one is feeling some type of way, then there is always another to fill-in. Mediator for your arguements and when one is not feeling up to par for a night of fellat-ing and cunilling-ing (LLS!!), there is always someone else on standby. That is, unless we're both PMS'ing like deamons. Poor fella. But then again, that could still be a good thing; no need to get our man in a funk, ice cream makes everyone feel better, so how about we split the banana split with a double scoop of butter pecan on each side? Get it? Ok maybe that one was corney. LMAO!! I'm trying to sell you my dream here people. What would date nights be like? 3x's more fun in the club? Dinner for 3! Movie nights and vacationing. Or what about how much money we could save splitting the bill 3 ways? OMG!! and those days when everyone just lounges around in there undies and cuddle up. Oh! How, sweet life would be. Whoever said 3 was a crowd were sadly mistaken.

Untill next time bloggers...

Meet "The Pending"

I don't like to be put on the spot or held accountable for the actions that I know are very child-like. LOL!!! I can and will admit to mistakes and the fuckery of a mess that I, sometimes, continue to place myself in. See what I did there? But, truth be told, I want to be the one to talk about me, because I already know what it is that I'm either doing right or wrong. LLS!! Do you feel me readers?! *sigh* I guess you can say that I'm beating around the bush now, huh? ok, ok... let's get to the point.

"Pending" (as you guys have heard me mention quite a few times) is a regular conversation peice when it comes to my inner semi-circle. Not so much of those conversations, that the normal flock-of-chickens gathering would consist of, but more of everyone trying to understand me, or better yet, the situation. I'm not a complicated person and pretty much laid back, no matter how rough life situations can seemingly be. I have to admit, my life can seem pretty simple. Work, kids, no drama, no extras, just me.... and then there's "Pending", the most drama clinched in one soul. But when you have people that have known you most of your life and have been there amongst you and your situations when being dealt with (such as this one), they find themselves being more confused than I am. I'm Candi. What you see is what you get and either you get the truth or nothing at all. I had to learn a long time ago on how to keep my forth-right attitude to a minimum for the mere fact I have the tendency to hit with very low blows. So in hopes to not burn bridges with anyone or to hurt anyone's feelings, I have taught myself to remain at peace within my auroa. I'm not a shit-talker, nor am I a good communicator (lol, on a lighter note) How does this connect to the pending?

BUT FIRST: What is a "pending"
A relationship that is on hold. We are seperated but still together, taking time apart to focus more on ourselves and possibly work out the kinks within the relationship, simultaneously. We don't stay together and are not suppose to be seeing other people. It's time away from each other until everyone can meet up at the same finish line. So... we are pending.

But what happens if we never meet up at the finish line?

Let's connect logicical reasoning with the greater power of love and passion. I quote, continuously, that I do not want to be in a relationship for logic, but for passion. Yes!! I think that would be awesome because then I could, maybe, subside my well-done-charcoaled-to-a-crisp fears of marriage and my psycho trust issues (that which my bestie everso lovingly pointed out to me). But let's explore this situation a little more in depth and carefully, being as though I am trying to figure myself out with this one as well. The logical thing to do after you have been with someone for so long is to go ahead and cut your losses and just do the damn thing. If you have already been excepting bullshit for X amount of years, then you might as well stay where you are, because at least you know what to expect.

When we speak of logical factors playing the role, we come to terms with:

* Baby (yes, I had to make that #1 even though I am the advocate for "having a baby doesn't keep the man")

* History (experimentations, vacations, conversations, and so forth)

* Time Span/Comfortability (6 years)

* The fact that instead of leaving the porch light on, I left my doors wide open (in other words, I let my guards down)

Now, if we try to incorporate the love and passion aspect of the relationship into the other corner, then we only get a timeline of events over the past years. Most of which happened in the beginning years, the first 3 to be exact. When I think back to how my infactuation, lust, and love began with this individual, I am hit with whatever passion that it USE TO BE. Because not only has life kicked in and taken over, but no one knows how to balance it (like I said, I can admit my faults). I take out more time with the kids and household ordinances and then he pretty much delved into the latter stages of digression. Take note of this balance or imbalance, if you will? But let's also notate the difference in the two positions. Even though I chose to devote time and energy moreso into the family portion of things, I still made time for my lovelife and kinky void that constantly needs to be filled. That lead me to not having enough hours in a day for myself. I play mommy/working woman in the daytime and supafreak at night, but I made it work. AND THE PLOT THICKENS!! Although I was able to make it work for the both of us, he didn't make his time work for me. He replaced "me" with his "self" time. Here is where the imbalance occurs; I am now using the time I spared for him to piss and bitch about how, instead of making time for me, he took out time for himself (which is a lot of time I might add). Instead of growing up, he "grew down" (yes, I made that up) and digressing usually leads back to the very same irresponsible habits that were inhabited at the time of your childhood/early manhood years, in which, ALSO puts you in that same mindframe... "I have no kids. I have no girl... beep...beep...beep" *that's my robot voice* lol! Anyways, you get my point.

Now let's try to evaluate this equation because I can promise you that there will be no solving today. If X = Potential and Y = Faith, how can we add, multiply or possibly subtract these 2 in order to = a Future? I could come up with a shit load of defense moves to take up for his being immature, and also recite the most dumbest shit I have ever heard... "he needs me." LMAO!!! I am hilarious, but it's the truth. I could throw the "logic" in the pot and marinate it in a bit of "patience" and just a splash of "dummy" seasoning (because that is all you need), but regardless of how many recipes, equations, or fuck ups we try to mix and match, or even avoid, it still boils down to the same thing. No one is seeing eye to eye and everyone is afraid of letting go.

Until next time bloggers... I can't wait to see the comments swarm in on this one, LOL!!

I'm An Entrepreneur

Job Title: Stripper. OR in better terms, Exotic Dancer

The Interview Process
LMAO!!! This could possibly seem hilarious to many of those who don't approve, but oh well, whose asking you? Dancer's seek out places of employment just like your average jobseeker seeking a place of employment. You google/browse/mapquest and ride out to tour this club and that club, compare it to this club and the other club across town and weigh your options. Now let's keep this on a professional level as most college students normally try to do (being as though, this is when business was booming, LOL) Anywho, the point is, just as much as they are interviewing you (ass, titties... check), you definitely have to interview them (environment, crowd... check). Although, you are going into business for yourself (which you later find out), you are still working out of their establishment. Kind of like renting a booth in a barbershop or beauty salon. And just like a barbershop or beauty salon, they want to see your work. Some clubs will have an "Amateur Night" and some will throw you up there like you should already be a pro. It's a competition. Winner takes all: a position, possibly a cash prize, and the confidence to know that you got what it takes.

Work Preparation
So you knocked them off the map!! Go ahead girl with your bad self!! Now it's time to get your strategical business plans in order. In order to bring in the real cheese and possibly enough to spread, you're not going to be able to do this with your looks alone. No, sweetie, your face never mattered. You are going to be working among some of the best bodies in the business (or maybe not, depending upon the club you chose). You are selling an illusion. It takes money to make money and in preparation, here, is where your real business plan begins...

Costume: #1 priority! Making dreams come true wins the race. You are and have to be every person this man or woman could have ever dreamed of. You are the "Kinky Cop", "the Naughty School Girl", "the Snow Princess", "the American Flag", possibly the key part to the fantasy as the "Other Woman" that some married couple keeps bringing up, with every visit. As cute as you are, standing in front of the mirror with your pieces on, you have to be able to work magic for at least 1 or 2 songs. This is not a fashion show, it's a talent show and you are here to perform.

Shoes: Stilettos are a requirement. Nothing less than 4 inches. So if you are not good on your feet for hours at a time, then this is not the job for you.

Hair, makeup, extermination of body odors, consistent hair removal, physical fitness (yes, your health matters)... all sounds like MORE money to me. It pays to be a star... AFTER you pay to look the part. Strip club goers are visionaries. It is your job to cater to whatever it is that they may be LOOKING for. If you can't project the visual, fuck the recession, your business is an all time EPIC FAIL.

Payroll
When someone thinks of this particular profession, along with hoe and prostitution they think dollar signs. But let me be the one to pump your breaks. Although, this could seemingly be a prominent business, it only turns out to be that way if you have a promising business proposal in tact for yourself. Although you fill out W-2's and sign employee handbooks that complete your hiring process as if this is a real job, YOU SIGN YOUR CHECKS (or better yet, your bank deposit slips), create your own hours and set your own standards. Yes, my darlings, you are now, officially an entrepreneur.

Let's go over your pay scale and staff. As soon as you walk through the door, it is grind time. If you promote yourself with business cards and whatnot when you are off the clock, then it is your job to remember faces and to cater to the locals/tourists while they are in your place of business. We are trying to establish and maintain a clientelle. Able to give good conversation, good personality, and can dance your ass off at the drop of a dime to any song. Don't forget!!... they are mainly here to see your most valuable ASS-ets. Agree to everything, laugh at every joke, and know just what he/she needs to scratch that itch not in the sense that a hoe might. And now that you are on the floor and "in business", you have to make sure that everyone on your roster receives due process. At the end of the night, if you haven't made enough to pay your "tip outs", who looks like the fool? That means you have to work for double on the next night. Not for your bills that so badly need to be paid, but for your employees. Speaking of which, let's jump right in...

House Fee: Refer back to the barbershop reference. You have to pay your booth rent. In this case, your "House Fee". Depending upon how large and popular the club is, depends on how much money you have to tip out to the House/Club. You are paying them to dance there. If you are just that popular to be featured, then that is the ONLY time that someone will pay you to step foot on their stage. You're not important, you are bringing in the loot. And if you are a true hustler, your main goal would be to rack in more dollars than what they make at the bar.

DJ: The DJ is important. No one wants to go on stage to "Tootsie Roll" when clearly your show stopper is Waka Flaka's "Round of Applause". Guess what that means, you pay the DJ to be your friend. Your DJ going without pay is like starving someone. These people aren't going to chase you down for their money. They simply forget you existed... cut your songs short, don't play your songs, or bypass forget you were on role call to come to the stage.

Bouncers: Although, it's no guarantee because your "ass" don't mean a thing to them if it's not being used in more ways than one. You pay your bodyguards to guard your body LOL!! Let's just keep your fingers cross until you make it to your car and out of the parking lot to home, safely. It's not much to security's job other than to keep the peace in the facility. Your personal safety relies on something else. Green money. You feel the need to "take care of yourself"?... then you can "independently" carry your own bags to the car, fight the drunkies that can't keep their hands off the wad in your garter, or clear your own money off the stage. Totally up to you.

House Mom: This is usually an ultimately fabulous male homosexual. He/she tends to the ladies every need from hair and makeup, lashes and waxes, to airbrushing asses, to passing out sweets, and selling costumes. You name it, they are suppose to have it. But everything comes at a price. Not to mention, the House Moms' whose services may never be needed but they still require payment, just for being there.

Honey you are fully equipped and ready to go. Are you sure this is the right career? I could also equip you with backstage passes so that you can see what goes on behind the scenes when the other dancers steal your outfits and money. Or we could start a documentry on how the church girl goes from the church, straight to rehab. But never the less, we are reminded of the famous quote from "Player's Club", "make the money, don't let it make you."

Whatever you decide to do, don't fall!

Until next time bloggers... any questions?