huh? but, I'm not Arabic sir...
I was in NY at the Blue Angel, a place I was initially scheduled to perform as a performance artist. I had a show and made more money than I ever imagined i would make as a performance artist. Performance art was not ever about making money for me. It was usually about losing money to extravagant sets and feeding musicians, but, not at the Blue Angel in NY. In NY, men in suits got something from the work and they let me know by having the nymph who was hired to walk around the club with a golden chalice, backstage with the chalice full of money for my show.
The Blue Angel had gypsy dancing, performance art, poetry, fire dancing trapeze artists, and strippers.
I was a stripper too, so, some nights, I stripped there.
One night a man came in dressed like Tom Cruise in Born on the Fourth, but, without the wheelchair. He was angry and I should have kept my distance, but, it was slow and the women back stage had worn me out with their healer needs...
I sat down at his table and started the small talk that I liked to keep to a one song maximum before he either buys a dance or I move on. He offered me a drink, I said, "I have water, thanks."
He responded with squinted eyes and a sneer, "Yeah, sure you do, you fucking camel jockie's own the water now too. The oil wasn't enough was it?"
I blinked. This was a curve ball I would not have guessed was coming my way in that night of ridding strippers of headaches and intellectuals paying me money to prove I've memorized my own poetry.
No, this was the kind if shit I expected in the South, not NY.
Just then, my gorgeous, Ava Gardner look alike, stripper angel, Loralie, came to the rescue. He was half yelling thru his sneer, telling me how he "ought to eviscerate a fucking Arab bitch" like me for even making eye contact with him..."Gulf war", etc. etc. blah blah
when Loralie stepped in and saved the day.
She had a way with dangerous, psycho, assholes that immediately diffused them. Not just the situation, she diffused them. They became ether in her presence and as she blew a kiss goodbye, they disappeared, just like that.
Thank you beautiful Loralie, for all the times you stepped in for me, you are a true hero.
Thanks Blue Angel for allowing me to make enough money in 2 weeks to pay rent in NOLA, sublet in NY and a trip to Greece so my son could meet his great grandfather.
oh and Eva, who i knew from Detroit, from that time I let you stay at my place- thanks for not being a friend when I showed up in NY.
The Blue Angel had gypsy dancing, performance art, poetry, fire dancing trapeze artists, and strippers.
I was a stripper too, so, some nights, I stripped there.
One night a man came in dressed like Tom Cruise in Born on the Fourth, but, without the wheelchair. He was angry and I should have kept my distance, but, it was slow and the women back stage had worn me out with their healer needs...
I sat down at his table and started the small talk that I liked to keep to a one song maximum before he either buys a dance or I move on. He offered me a drink, I said, "I have water, thanks."
He responded with squinted eyes and a sneer, "Yeah, sure you do, you fucking camel jockie's own the water now too. The oil wasn't enough was it?"
I blinked. This was a curve ball I would not have guessed was coming my way in that night of ridding strippers of headaches and intellectuals paying me money to prove I've memorized my own poetry.
No, this was the kind if shit I expected in the South, not NY.
Just then, my gorgeous, Ava Gardner look alike, stripper angel, Loralie, came to the rescue. He was half yelling thru his sneer, telling me how he "ought to eviscerate a fucking Arab bitch" like me for even making eye contact with him..."Gulf war", etc. etc. blah blah
when Loralie stepped in and saved the day.
She had a way with dangerous, psycho, assholes that immediately diffused them. Not just the situation, she diffused them. They became ether in her presence and as she blew a kiss goodbye, they disappeared, just like that.
Thank you beautiful Loralie, for all the times you stepped in for me, you are a true hero.
Thanks Blue Angel for allowing me to make enough money in 2 weeks to pay rent in NOLA, sublet in NY and a trip to Greece so my son could meet his great grandfather.
oh and Eva, who i knew from Detroit, from that time I let you stay at my place- thanks for not being a friend when I showed up in NY.