I had some meddling busy-body, who doesn’t know me from the moon, tell me to be an independent woman.
Here is what I have done, on my own, for the past three years.
Dec. 2010 enrolled in college, paid in full, by myself.
Production of the monthly burlesque show #1 at a local venue (made it on the Travel Channel, again)
Started work for Yelp!
Started Hot Rod Tuesdays at the local bar with Mutt and Jeff’s Classics
Performing on a regular basis as a Burlesque entertainer for Las Vegas Burlesque
Started work for Mutt and Jeff’s Classics Hot Rod Shop
Volunteered and performed as entertainment at the VLV Burlesque competition
Jan. 2011 six classes and 21 credits, in the bag
Started the second burlesque production at a downtown venue (yes, that’s two monthly shows, running)
Opened my Etsy shop for vintage items and apparel
Volunteered as stage manager for the Burlesque Hall of Fame
Continued work with Mutt and Jeff’s Classics as personal assistant, as well as, graphics/marketer
No more cleaning houses
Took time off from school to prepare for something else
Stopped work at MJC and Yelp!
Took my things out of storage
Feb. 2013 life changing event and second photo shoot for another book. This time featuring myself
and my dog ( I wish I would’ve done this in Palm Springs, but someone insisted I do it in Venice, at his house. What a shit show. What liars.)
Found my life was better without the crap I had been dealing with for the past two years
Enrolled, immediately, back into school
Back at Mutt and Jeff’s Classics
New life, new love
Lost my dog of 20 years
New job at William-Sonoma
Found that I had taken 12 extra classes
Learned I need to take four more to declare major
Two more to go
New job at Human Resources
Debuted my shop at the LV first annual Burlesque Fest
Painting mother’s condo and other side jobs
Punk rock reunion; I really do have a shit ton of friends
Now that I no longer hide. Now that I have spent the time, alone, I feel more normal than I ever have. Funny how someone can form an opinion about you and have not a clue what you’ve been through, nor, what it is you do. I have come home and found myself. I was here, all along. I merely lost myself, when I ran away, and found myself in the company of shit. All I can do is look back and say good riddance. The fact remains that I have put up with PLENTY, I have done PLENTY, I am doing plenty. And it’s nobody’s damn business, but I thought I make it clear, for the record.