Day Three

People are interesting. You stand in front of the club, you say hello to everyone that passes, it's just the proper southern thing to do. The uptight people are funny, they almost say hello then they look up see the sign that says Girls and they jump back from you as if you had the plague. It makes me laugh every time i witness it.

People are sneaky. Today this gentleman passed the club 3 or so times, twice with his wife. About an hour or 2 after last seeing him walk by with his wife, he appears in the club. This guy is a regular so i am told and likes the girly men...

To those of you unfamiliar with New Orleans and its drag queens, transvestites, transsexuals, strippers, hookers, and various other combinations of the same, they work in nearly every strip club and usually have really nice figures. There are a few tell tale signs as to male or female but typically the unsuspecting tourist has no clue. 

Tonight I had the pleasure of working with 3 trannys, quite an interesting lot. One is loud and boisterous, nearly as loud as the size of "her" ass with tons of plastic surgery, kinda like Tammy Faye Baker... One is rather shy but has a way with the customers, very petite but looks like a man in the face complete with sideburns, and the other is a rather large black girl with a lot of cream in her coffee and very sweet but just down on "herself" i guess due to the lack of chubby chasers on this particular shift.

Tranny Faye Baker struck first scoring a private dance, then Sideburns Sue nailed a VIP. Both scored with the afore mentioned gentleman.

It was a slow shift for the 2 born women working. I did have fun talking to one of them, a very sweet light skinned black girl who was telling me of her boyfriend that asked her to marry him last night. She said yes but wasn't sure if he was serious or not. She had a customer that got weirded out asking er which chicks had "dicks."

Another day in "Paradise Lost."