- 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
- 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
- Nobody cares: a review of (and
thank you to) Louis CK
May 20, 2014 06:47PM
- Artifact: a music lover's
January 09, 2014 02:10PM
- A safe place to land: new year
January 02, 2014 12:27PM
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the lovely comments. It's not
that I visit OS these
September 10, 2014 01:16PM
- “As an abuse survivor, it
was a tough thing to see. I
this piece and
September 10, 2014 01:12PM
- “Thanks so much all - and
YES I was there at the INXS
in the 80s. It was
May 23, 2014 12:49PM
- “Thanks Pam. I completely
May 23, 2014 11:15AM
- “PS: THANK YOU for the
comments and taking the time
May 23, 2014 10:57AM
Christine Macdonald's Links
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"Coke Whore", "Crazy Bitch", "Skank" - and those were the nice ones. It's been a few years since hearing colorful adjectives followed by my [stage] name, and as a true recovering narcissist, I gotta say, I kinda miss it.
When you spend a decade in your 20s… Read full post »
Seeing as it's Valentine's Day, I gotta say - man, am I in love.
Shift it back, people, I didn't meet Mr. Marvelous, or score a new "back massager" or anything. This is a different vibe.
Last night, while knee-deep in getting caught up with one of my favorite shows… Read full post »
You're single. It's February. Unless you've been ordering take-out since New Year's, 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 you're in love on Valentine's Day, you… Read full post »
The expression “easier said than done” can follow just about any piece of advice or claim. “I’m gonna be on time to work from now on”, “I’m going to the gym five days a week this year”, “he’s an asshole, forget about hi… Read full post »
Everyone knows love is blind. And thanks to the media frenzy surrounding the recent Manti Te'o debacle, it’s safe to say, sometimes it ‘aint that bright. The jury is still out about just what exactly went down with Manti’s story, but it&rsquo… Read full post »
It’s amazing, the things you find yourself agreeing to when you don’t believe you’re worth more. More than the asshole you’re screwing, saying he won’t walk by your side in public. More than him throwing a dining room chair at your back, or slapping… Read full post »
Do you have the courage to bring forth this work? The treasures that are hidden inside you are hoping you will say yes. - Jack Gilbert
Stretching my body to the morning, my eyes, they start to focus. The corners of my mouth curve up when I realize the… Read full post »
This week is big. I’ll be 44 on Friday and for the very first time in my life - I’m voting.
It’s okay to judge me. Even I judge me on this one. Not voting for twenty years? What’s wrong with you? Don’t you care? Just because I’ve/… Read full post »
"You had the power all along, my dear" - Glinda the Good Witch
"No fucking WAY" - Dorothy
Yes fucking way.
When it comes to personal enlightenment, learning you had balls the whole time is a real pisser. A relief? Sure. A lesson in personal growth? I'll give you that./… Read full post »
My poor mother. She had no idea what she was getting when I popped out.
I mean, who wants to learn their youngest daughter - the plucky, free spirited one with so much promise - is a stripper with a drug problem?
I always found the phrase "drug problem"… Read full post »
The room was dark, decorated with the usual credentials.
“So, how can I help you?” His eyes were peeled to his appointment book.
“I had a panic attack and ended up in the ER.”
He shot me a half-smile.
“Those can be pretty scary.”
&ld… Read full post »
I’m not what you’d call a, “well-read” gal. That isn’t to say, I don’t occasionally inhale words in the same fashion I would a hot fudge brownie every 28 days, but it takes more than the slight shift of hormonal imbalance to grab my literary intere… Read full post »
I'm a liar. There. I said it. Feels good to say it out loud. Although, not much of a surprise, considering I'm a [recovering] drug addict. A drug addict saying they're lying, is like the Ocean saying it's salty. It just comes with the territory.
I don't remember where I… Read full post »
Just before my alarm went off, I opened my eyes and rushed to the bathroom mirror. They were even darker and more pronounced than last night.
This wasn’t a dream.
I ignored my mother’s voice coming from downstairs and stayed with my reflection. Standing… Read full post »
The sky is gentle this time of day. Her cool breeze tickles my skin, brushing loose, the strands of hair along the nape of my neck. I take my usual walk up the short flight of steps, noting my shadow; stretched out ladyfingers against the building. It’s my… Read full post »
Even though Spring is long gone this year, I'm still surrounded by old boxes. They're hanging out in all corners of my place, begging for my organizational attention.
Some are filled with books I need to place on shelves I need to buy. Other boxes hold CDs, DVDs, hand-written… Read full post »
"Just one drink," I promised.
The room was sparse, with just four customers sitting two rows back from the stage. They were nestled in the darkness, far enough away from the - dude, I'm standing right in front of you, pull out a buck - seats, but close… Read full post »
No bride expects her maid of honor to be high on drugs on the big day - especially when it’s her younger sister in the supporting role.
After church, photographs, and the limousine ride, we arrived at the reception. Between greeting the guests, gift giving and more photo… Read full post »
The balls of my feet were throbbing, as if dancing to the beat of the music. Carrying me away from the center stage, was the crescendo of applause and cheers. Beads of sweat tickled the small of my back, and the coke-fueled adrenaline thumping inside my chest served as… Read full post »
G-Strings, Stilettos, Drugs, Rock and Roll. Using Twitter to talk about the pole. Evolution of an ex-stripper. Awesome.
We gathered outside for some fresh air around midnight. Exhausted from the rush, but grateful for our tips, we enjoyed the cool breeze and a well deserved after work cocktail. The restaurant was always busy on Saturday nights, but because of Gay Pride weekend, the place was crazier than… Read full post »
There’s something about going on vacation that makes us feel like we’re nine years old again. Butterflies spin in our bellies, as we cross off each passing day building up to our departure. As the vacation countdown continues, we make last minute trips to the drug store, check the… Read full post »
Big ears, short legs, body fat, bald spot, big nose, crooked smile - whatever the flaw, let's face it, we all have them. And if you think [freaks of nature] super models don't, think again. Chances are those mega beauties have stories of growing up the… Read full post »