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Sex, Lies, and Jesus

Thoughts from a child of God who became a stripper and lives redeemed

Pieces.  Scattered pieces.  Missing pieces.  Shattered, broken, tiny pieces.  Wisps of pieces, swirling pieces, haunting pieces.  I’m in pieces. I was whole when I fell asleep.  Years of brokenness had come before, but so had healing. Nightmares from my past... Continue Reading →

A letter to my little girl self...   Dear Little Stefanie, Your mom calls you T.H.E. Bean and Sunshine Girl.  Your sister calls you Scooter.  Your hair is white and usually an untamed mess; you don’t have time for things... Continue Reading →

When A Little Girl Grows Up To Be A Prostitute

Her childhood likely didn’t look like yours or like mine.  While I was outside riding my bike in the South Carolina sun, she was staring blankly out her bedroom window as her uncle slid into her bed.  I was standing... Continue Reading →

On The Track

Track - An area of town known for prostitution I am writing this in response to going out on street outreach to meet with women working in prostitution.  It has taken me three days to begin to process all that... Continue Reading →

Sold

Used. Betrayed. Manipulated. Discarded. Sold. I am not alone. It started with one dollar.  A quick dance that took seconds was merely a sampling of what could be.  The dollar wasn't the goal.  It was the hook…for him and for me.... Continue Reading →

Dear Stripper,

I REMEMBER YOU.  You weren't who I expected you to be.  I had never been inside a strip club before I met  you.  You were beautiful, of course.  You were talented.  You would have to be to dance and work the... Continue Reading →

Necessary

For a dance…for a song…for how long? NO LONGER NECESSARY.  These words were spoken over me recently.  It was said that, though my story and my knowledge had once paved a way for others, I was no longer necessary in... Continue Reading →

Lost Child, Child Lost

THIS WAS THE FIGHT THAT ENDED EVERYTHING.  I was standing between the couch and the coffee table, and he was in the middle of the small family room.  Even our positioning demonstrated that he was the one who was powerful.... Continue Reading →

Cross, My Heart

THE CROSS DID NOT BELONG IN THE DARK.  It was a thin silver chain I wore around my neck.  From it hung a cross made of glass squares cut to look like small diamonds.  Each piece of glass reflected the... Continue Reading →

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