Svetlana wasn’t that experienced sexually. And by that I mean she didn’t have a great deal of experience outside the most basic vanilla sex. Other than my skin color, I am anything but vanilla.
– from My First Car Was a Motorcycle, My First Girl Was a Woman
As I was peeing, a magazine sitting atop of the toilet tank caught my eye. I reached for it, without affecting the accuracy of my stream, and proceeded to skim through the pages. It was one of those celebrity gossip magazines, and although I don’t normally read those things, I became very absorbed in it. So absorbed that I didn’t notice I was peeing on my jeans.
– Excerpt from My First Car Was a Motorcycle, My First Girl Was a Woman
The worst part about being homeless, however, was nothing I have just described. The worst part by far was that at the end of my workday, I had no place to go. Sure, I went to the gym and the pizzeria, but these weren’t places I could relax in. I was always on the go, moving from one place to another. This began to wear on me.
– Excerpt from My First Car Was a Motorcycle, My First Girl Was a Woman
Summoned by the madam, Buxom Blonde rose, and I was granted a full-length view of all of her voluptuousness. It was at that moment that the reality of the situation hit me: I was actually going to be touching her naked body soon! My heart was pounding so fast that if I hadn’t been only eighteen, I would’ve had a heart attack.
– Excerpt from My First Car Was a Motorcycle, My First Girl Was a Woman
Although we applied for jobs as strippers, we were only hired to be hosts. Apparently you can’t just come into Chippendales and expect to strip right away. There’s a hierarchy, and you have to work your way up. Can you believe it? There’s even politics at Chippendales. What is the world coming to?!
– Excerpt from My First Car Was a Motorcycle, My First Girl Was a Woman
