Naked Undulating - Vulnerably Speaking

Oh .... so there's sorta a little side job I have. On the side like salad - and salad dressing, (I like Ranch dressing but sometimes I like blue-cheese). As in "I am really" a professional documentary/concert photographer. But whatever, that's not the point. The point is that I'm also a stripper. An exotic dancer. I undulate on a pole. Frankly, I am sick of it. But, gotta keep doing it for a little while. You see, I also sing and write. As for the possible (impossible) alternative, that is: sitting at a beige desk. No. That sounds as fun to me as, oh let's say - smelling my fingers after digging into my belly button, (have you ever done that?). I have never done that. But, I hear it stinks.
Anyway, "photography", "singing", "writing", "stripping". It all goes together like gravity and the earth.
What was I saying? Oh yes ... dancing naked. So, I figured I would write about this world, not-serious but sometimes serious. And I want to write about the world peripheral to it. It gives me something to do as I contemplate my life. Do you ever do that? Contemplate your life? Anyway, in case you do and you're interested in reading about another little piece of carbon mass's experience with life on earth, swinging around a pole half naked in a club in Austin, TX, (only to come home and contemplate my life -- again -- over some 3 a.m. toast), then you are welcome to knock on my cyber red door, (but you can't ring my bell. That's not free). Well, I don't REALLY let people ring my bell (I don't like how loud it sounds).
I figured it was cool thing to do - write about this - so that it gives me something to do as I sigh and count my funny money and think about God and drunk people, (two things that go together almost as well as Ketchup and chocolate ice cream).
Confused?
I know. But come back and you will be enlightened.
I promise. I think?
Yay.