shinimegami21 got a kick outta the fact that I was a gogo dancer for a good chunk of years, and just happened to the only biological female dancer at this one club for about 2 and half years. Guys would occassionally compliment me on my "mean" or "fierce tuck." Of course, I wasn't tuckin' jack shit. This was in NYC and the club was called Twilo, for anyone cares about that sort of thing. Dancing on a big ol' pedestal across from drag queens or trannies was, at times, rather intimidating. Those gals were so much more feminine than I could ever be. Then again, I am forever in their dept for everything they taught me about sex, drugs, blow jobs, sex, glamour, sex, make-up, sex, and false eyelashes.
Since I ended up emailing with kaphinated about clubbing today, I figured why not dredge up some pics of myself from my blue-haired glory days? The first one is a bit scruffy cause it's out of a magazine. The other is with an ensemble of other dancers from a Cake party (www.http://www2.cakenyc.com/), also in NYC.
I'm not actually topless. I have rubbery thingies glued to my boobs...which sucked! I had to use nail polish remover to get them off.