Sugar and Sex

The illusory worlds of sugar and sex, by Maya.

Here's me:

A pastry cook, and damn good at what I do.
A part time stripper, to help pay the bills.
An educated, blessed chicana. I have these opportunities to succeed only because of what those before me have survived through.

If you're gonna judge me, don't follow. If you're intrigued, please do. : )
These things be makin me happy
Some cool people

Time to get in serious shape. Serious. 

Here’s the plan:

No bread

No shugga

Lotsa fruit and veg

Run hard 5 times a week

Lift twice a week

Dance thrice a week

Yoga/stretch once a week

Done. 

Here’s to the hardcore. 

badassmexicans:

Why do you try so hard to cover your accent. What is it about the beauty of our native language that you try so hard to disguise it. Does it not hurt killing what little you have left to hold onto of our culture in what remains in your accent. Embrace speaking with an accent don’t be ashamed…

Self-loathing is not a fucking character-builder. It doesn’t make you stronger. It doesn’t make you better. It’s just an ever-deepening, creepy-ass trap; a trap that is a huge moneymaker for corporations that do not have and never will have good intentions. You’re not disgusting. You’re not freakish. You’re not ugly. And you’re never going to be perfect. And holy shit, that is so okay.

Jane, Casual Blasphemies (via gerutha) (via plays-with-squirrels, lipsbetweenthehips) (via fallfromstars)

I’ve reblogged this before, and I will again.

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so hard. no more sadness. 

fuck. i feel gigantic. : (

Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.
Brene Brown (via inspirationalrecovery)

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It’s too much. That is all. This has been a post. 

Actually, no, can I go ahead and rant for a second?

Some nights are great. My birthday, for example. Other nights, when I am tired and just kind of angry at the world, my earnings are not as high. Customers can tell when I’m pissed, and my patience is limited to the point where I’d much rather walk away than smack the next idiot who asks me why I do this. That being said, I need to at least pay house fees for a night, and I’m always pissed if I end up leaving with a lot less than I needed. 

I understand why girls would give head or whatever. Some nights end up being well, do XYZ in the VIP and make bank, or politely decline, make nothing, and pay 200 in house fees. It’s like a game of monopoly where you lose every time you roll. Not that I will, but I get it. It’s understandable. 

You know what? Maybe back in the day, when everyone was rolling in money and money and money and you left with a grand a night this shit was fine. But honestly? Today? I CAN’T AFFORD to pay to work. Work for free, fine. Work for $10, fine. But the fact that I was discussing clubs with the other girls, and found myself saying “Yeah, well, over there they only charge 100 plus tip out…not so bad….” disgusts me. Tip out is huge, it’s like another 50 to 60 at least. I am really tired of having to hustle for 500 to 600 just to leave with a semi decent wage, that isn’t even anything exceptional. It’s getting almost worth it to bartend or waitress again. At least then I don’t have to pay to work. And if I don’t feel like fulfilling your fantasy, then at least if I smile and nod and take your damn order I’ll still get paid. 

Sorry for the rant. I just have a few bills. And house fees. Fucking house fees. 

I’m so exhausted right now I feel like I’m gonna be sick. so so so. tired. 

moaaaaaar coffeeeeeeeee

You can skip the club for a night and go out dancing with friends,

Cause two of your regulars the night before tipped stage with twenties instead of ones. 

Um, Yes Please? 

HELLA MONEY on my birthday! It was wonderful. I didn’t do a single VIP cause I was just having a grand old time on stage and just drunkenly chillin around. Normally I don’t drink at work…but you know. Exceptions. : ) 

Not feeling so broke anymore. Win. Win win win. YAY FOR BEING A STRIPPER! Hah

thelingerieaddict:

I know I’ve reblogged this before, but it’s such a gorgeous photo.

thiswolf:

Keep moving forward.

Punch people in the face

That’s what’s be suggested to not do, at least. I am trying, really hard. Really really hard. 

helloyoucreatives:

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