- Southern, California, USA
- November 09
- Contributing author of The Moment (Harper Collins). Former stripper, current writer working on forthcoming memoir Pour Some Sugar On Me: Tales from an Ex-Stripper. Activist. Public Speaker. Survivor.
MY RECENT POSTS
- A Valentine for Singles
February 09, 2015 11:32AM
- Young and stupid: Sex, Drugs,
October 30, 2014 12:14PM
- Shit just got real: my brain
September 29, 2014 02:07PM
- Familiar: An abuse survivor's
take on Ray Rice news
September 10, 2014 12:57PM
- Out of shape ex-stripper and a
nude beach: my story
May 22, 2014 06:36PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “GREAT piece! I truly
wish Open Salon would get its
back... this article
February 12, 2015 12:52PM
- “Thanks for this - I am
off to read your piece
I was speaking
to my *own* bul…”
February 12, 2015 12:47PM
- “Nice about Liz Taylor ha
February 11, 2015 12:32PM
- “Haha! Yes - so
February 09, 2015 03:30PM
- “Thanks much! xxoo”
February 09, 2015 01:31PM
Christine Macdonald's Links
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You're single. It's February. Unless you've been barricaded in your home, ordering take-out and binge watching Netflix since the holidays, you've been sprayed by now with the pink and red projectile spewage of the ever so annoying romance marketing machine, perpetuated by the myth that unless… Read full post »
I can't remember his exact words, but my main funny-man Louis CK has this stand-up bit where he talks about aging. With his usual sarcasm, he goes on about how twenty-year-olds think they're gonna live forever. They revel in the mystical idea of turning thirty.
"What's it gonna be like… Read full post »
It’s been weeks since the docs told me about my little bubble brain. They didn’t use those exact words, but I prefer a sugary colloquialism over the actual medical diagnosis: “Intracranial Aneurysm.”
What started out as a personal quest to get to the bottom of my twel… Read full post »
There is a special bridge in central Paris, the Pont des Arts. It's a pedestrian bridge crossing the River Seine, linking the Institut de France and the central square (cour carrée) of the Palais du Louvre.
What makes this bridge so special are the countless padlocks, inscribed with in… Read full post »
The water was choppy and colder than I was used to, but on this triple-digit day there was no debate.
"It's too hot"
"Right!?" He was faced-down on his towel, but the beads of sweat on his back agreed.
"I'm going in."
Perspective is delicious. Comparison is dangerous. When you combine the two, sometimes you'll find yourself in the middle of a Sports Guy Chest Bump with the type of nirvana only a three-legged dog and Charles Grodin can serve - Louis CK being the master chef of such delectable comedy cuisine/… Read full post »
It’s a crisp December morning in southern California and instead of working on my own manuscript (about my ten-year drug-induced stripping career in Waikiki twenty years ago), I’m tooling away on my laptop, finally getting around to sharing my take on ARTIFACT,… Read full post »
When I was in high school I was obsessed with the writings of 60s composer and poet, Rod McKuen. Call it drama queen kismet, or just another typical teenage literary crush, but when I curled up with this man's words at night, I was home.
My English teacher, John… Read full post »
I love it when things go "viral" these days, and it doesn't involve peeing in a cup or getting a blood test at the free clinic. Thanks to the internet, the term "going viral" has a whole new connotation from when I was in my college… Read full post »
You’re really no one until someone rejects you. And if you get an email saying “have a nice life, and don’t contact me until you live an ethical one” – well that’s just gold.
Let me back up.
A couple of weeks ago, I had the immense pleasure of learning… Read full post »
When your childhood foundation is built on quicksand, there’s an emotional deficit that’s hard to measure. Even as adults, after we somehow climb our way out from the murky depths of feeling less than, there’s residual damage – a poisonous venom c/… Read full post »
You would think after fifteen years, my memories of "rolling" and free-falling inside myself would be strung together on a distant, blurry line, for which I am older and wiser living clear on the other side. For the most part, this is true.
I can't remember my last night tak… Read full post »
Remember in [the movie] Sixteen Candles when Molly Ringwald's character Samantha (Sam) confesses via secret note that she'd, like totally bang Jake Ryan? She drops the paper on the classroom floor over her shoulder expecting her BFF Randi to pick it up immediately. Like most o/… Read full post »
When it comes to reality television, any die-hard fan accepts that from the moment we turn the channel and allow ourselves down the rabbit hole of dramady (drama + comedy, duh), the word "reality" is stretched beyond the norm.
It'd be swell, having our own personal… Read full post »
When you wake up remembering vivid details of a dream, it's enough to make you think. If in this dream, a friend who has passed on decides to show up, you hit snooze and close your eyes, willing yourself to drift back.
I hate that I learned about Sara's… Read full post »
Navigating six-inch heels on stage with smoke in your face takes practice. Sporting a smile while dancing to Me So Horny, and you'll a need cocktail.
One of the unique challenges I faced during my ten-year career as a stripper was pretending to like certain types of music.… Read full post »
If you ever have a chance to pimp yourself for a contest, do so immediately. Sure, it's annoying. And the whole "vote for me!" vibe can be awkward. But think about it - if we aren't our biggest cheerleaders, how do we expect anyone else to be?
A few days a… Read full post »
To quote Larry Smith, founder of SMITH Magazine, brain-child of the enormously popular Six Word Memoir series, and editor/author of The Moment: Wild, Poignant, Life-Changing Stories from 125 Writers and Artists Famous & Obscure:
At 14 I was diagnosed w… Read full post »
There's nothing like a juicy debate of weighty opinions to spice things up in the blogosphere. There's no doubt, when anonymity and personal experience get thrown in the mix, sparks ignite faster than you can say "What a load of crap!"
That's exactly what happened afte… Read full post »
Nagivating through Social Media is a lot like dating. If you're like me (40s, happily single, yet actively out there), you don't mind venturing into new territory, but have zero patience for bullshit.
So much of what's out here on the information super highway is coated in&nbs… Read full post »
Everyone knows, when the time comes where the person who used to give you butterflies now gives you nausea, you bail. We've all been through it - our one true love, soul mate, can't live without lover-slash-best-friend-slash beacon of support becomes nothing more than the per… Read full post »
You’d think leaving the office at 3 o’clock in the afternoon to get to an event by 5:30 just an hour up the road would be cool. You’d even have a few minutes to spare. Parking would be a breeze, and with all that buffer-time, you’d hone your people-watchin/… Read full post »
Music is a killer time machine. Everyone has stories that certain tunes from back in the day re-ignite the soul. We subconsciously turn up the volume in our car and share a smile with our younger self, as memory seeps through our minds. We sing. We sigh. And after the… Read full post »
It's been nine years since the shittiest break-up in the universe was aired on Sex and The City. You remember. In season 6, episode 7, when the dude (Jack Burger) Carrie was just talking to her BFFs about ending it with (unbeknownst to him) beat her to the punch by sp/… Read full post »