On a bitterly and unseasonably cold evening in the midst of a cold snap in Portland, women with sparkly dresses, stiletto heels, faux fur jackets and a plethora of tattoos milled around in front of the Star Theater. For a few years now I’d wanted to attend this event, but something always came up, but […]Read more "Support Your Local Stripper: A Recap of the PDX Strippie Awards"
When I asked Felix if her job as pole-dancing stripper made her feel exploited, she replied with these words of wisdom: “All labor is exploitative.” Not what I expected, but her words rang true in my ears. I remembered a job that threatened to fire me if I logged the overtime hours they made me work. […]Read more "Stripped"