My First Day at Military School....

I've been trying to think of where to start with writing about my childhood memories of being the son of a stripper....where do I start? There's years of memories....from the 70's and 80's....so much to tell. I guess I'll start at the beginning.

My Mother started stripping on the burlesque circuit when I was 6 years old. Thinking back, that would have been in 1971 when she started dancing. She had just divorced, and was on her own raising me and my sister. I remember her agent booking her at different burlesque theaters around the country. She was just starting to dance on the burlesque circuit when she sent me to military school.

I went to military school the first 5 years of grade school. It was a boy's military school in Bloomington Springs, Tennessee. The school I went to took boys from the first to the 5th grade. I remember the first day she took me there. I did not want to go. I loved traveling on the road with Mother, and wanted to travel with her on the burlesque circuit. Now, looking back, I can see why she couldn't take me with her; home schooling was illegal back in the 1970's. And she wanted me in a safe environment.

I remember watching her drive off after taking me to the school. It was the end of summer, and I wouldn't get to see her again until Thanksgiving. I can't explain how it felt watching her drive away. Words can't explain it. That first day, I couldn't stop crying. And I cried myself to sleep that night on the bunk bed.

I ended up really loving being at military school. But I still wish I could have travelled with her on the road all those years. I did get to travel with her in the summers. But it never was enough....

My Mother, the Old Stripper, aka PHONE SEX GRANDMA:

Memories of a Son of a Stripper....

Man....I have loved my life.

This morning, I was sitting, drinking a cup of coffee, thinking about the life I've had. It's been full; unlike anyone else's. I've never met anyone else who is a son of a stripper from the 1970's and 80's.

When I think about the different times of my life, it amazes me; everything I've done; everywhere I've been.

When I just think about my childhood; if I try to remember a time in the 70's when Mother was dancing, and I was on the road with her during a summer off of military school....man....those were great times. A lot of that time seems like a blur, but when I try to focus on certain cities or events, more come to mind....

I need to start writing more about my childhood. The places Mother danced. The military school I was at. Being on the road with her in the summers. The gypsy life we had, starting when I was 6 years old. Those were the days.

I can't wait to write about them....


My Mother, aka PHONE SEX GRANDMA: