Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
Oh bee kay bee. My old life is dead now. RIP to that shit. Fr moe.
So, I guess the most appropriate way to start this off is with an introduction and then I’ll allow for the first installment of Trixie Tales: The Stripper Blog to be an origin story of sorts.
Hi! I’m Trixie thee Pixie. I’m an exotic dancer, content girl, OF girl, etc etc. I’ve been a stripper since January 7, 2021 Lol. So it’s fairly new. I love it. I have really pointy ears (that I’m relatively known for) and a long torso. I also have a short cut that’s often an extravagant color — like a purple, or a blue, or a neon pink. I look like the fairy emoji. So the pixie thing really stuck when I thought of it. I was a big Tinkerbell fan when I was younger too.
I’m a BIG fan of Chicago and I love the end where Roxie Hart goes up and does her set. It’s really Renee Zellweger walking around singing (not that well might I add) and Taye Diggs playing the piano. So the name, Trixie came to be in small tribute to Roxie. She kills her side nigga and makes her husband pay for her lawyer fees. I enjoyed her very much throughout the film. There’s a level of burlesque that I would like to channel one day. That movie has a lot to do with it. Also; please look up Cell Block Tango on Youtube. It’s amazing.
I have always been a rather sexual being and have really just needed the appropriate space to express myself sexually. Generally, I’m bisexual and polyamorous. It’s the ghetto but sometimes it’s worth it.
“I ain’t no hoe but I do be on go and I promise my niggas gon love me the same” is really a mantra. Though, I am a hoe by definition. The point being that my niggas gon love me the same and for the most part they do. Niggas love hoes. And the annoying part about it is that everyone is shamed for it. But we’re loved — and not just fetishized but actually loved. The pure girls hate to see it, but it’s our reality and I’m glad for it even if sometimes I have to find it in the shadows. I come alive in the nighttime.
I always knew I wanted to do sex work and was really worried that my students would find my OF. I used to be a 3rd grade teacher and then a 6th grade teacher. So I was just hesitant to start my journey. But I really found myself sending sexy pics and nudes to as many niggas in my phone as I could. I craved the feedback. I loved sending twerking videos. The reactions were my absolute fave. I couldn’t decide how I would hide, and just kept bullshitting on starting something because of it.
But anywho, the pandemic and some really crazy life events pushed me to leave my teaching job because of the toll it was taking on my ability to be a mother. I was just super tired of servicing other people’s kids and not my own kid. I wanted to be more present for her. I had also jumped into organizing during the summer of 2020 following the death of George Floyd and Breonna Taylor. I was radicalized then and pushed to action in a different way. I had seen myself as an activist by way of practicing liberatory curriculum. That summer catapulted me into direct and mutual aid, which I also love — sometimes. Lol.
For my direct and mutual aid org, I was spending my time planning a retreat for sex workers and moms for NYE and one of my homegirls (who has been dancing for about as long as I’ve known her) came to help out with everything. She was so inspiring and I wasn’t ready yet to hop onto OnlyFans. She invited me out and HOOOO MY GAWD. It was so fun!!!!
It was just the best time to be around other bitches who are also naked and it wasn’t weird. I think that was the biggest thing for me. We were naked and it wasn’t weird. Well, relatively naked because of course we had on dance clothes. It was the normalcy of it all.
I’m not the type of bitch to wear clothes around the house. And so for me to be in a space where it was okay that my ass is out, it’s actually thing I’m supposed to be doing?! It was just … it was a fabulous moment.
I love dancing for so many reasons but here are the top ones:
- I get to be sexy. I’m a mom. I’m always a mom. When I’m dancing I’m on grown folks time and I need that after long days of raising my daughter.
- Dancing has actually made me a *better* mother. I only work nights. I’m happy. And I’m available to my daughter during the day. She’s asleep when I leave and asleep when I wake up. It doesn’t affect her at all.
- I decide how much I’m worth. Not anyone else. I decide my work schedule, my off days, etc. I can make as much or as little as I want.
- I love working with other women. Locker Room talk is the best. Bitches be hating but bitches also be cool.
I’m scared to say it but it feels like I found my place. And I like it here. I’m nervous every damn night. Niggas are scary, but I’m free and it feels like I’m in the wild. Just shaking that ass. And oh boy do I LOVEEEE when niggas throw it. And you can feel the ones in the air. *Le sigh*
