No BAGG tonight? No problemo!

We're having a party at the Phoenix grounds for those who want to dance and drink and be kinky!



Come see what happens when a couple of BAGG go go dancers try to screw in a lightbulb...

THIS SH*T WILL FUCK YOUR MOM!!!
DANCE PAR-TAY @ MY HAUS TONIGHT!


Come to the Phoenix Grounds!
We're opening our doors to you, so act like you care.

We'll be your watered down - yet still poppin fresh n tasty BAGGstitute!

Music, Dancing, Welcome to our Same Ol BAGG Fambly n Folks!

Free Admission - BYOB Self Serve Bar!
Plus, Johnny Newsom will be bringing in his portable bar and charging those who forget to BYOB!
TIPS OR TITS!

10pm till 3am!

Message Me, Davina or Paul Nathan for more Info!

tonight at climate theatre

Our Black Widows show has been moved to the Climate Theater tonight
285 9th St @Folsom in San Francisco

show is from 10 pm- 2am

cover $10

Dancers are,
Candy, Natalie, Stephy Slaughter, Trixie Treats, Davina, Ashley, Vivian, Mistress Nix, and Wendy

DJs Tomas Diablo and Fact.50!!!

THEN afterparty at Phoenix Grounds!
ask Stephy Slaughter for details

See you tonight!
xoxo

not feeling it today

or the next day or the next.

i'm sick of modeling and dancing and stripping and going to the clubs. i dont want to do my photoshoot today, i didnt want to dance yesterday, i dont want to dance at chez badunkadunk anymore, i dont want to be stephy slaughter any longer.

i'm running away. right now. i spent my money on stupid shit. and now i have $40 to run away with. i dont think i can get very far with that.

i dont need anything to run away with, just myself. i'm not packing, so theres a clothing and art and books free for all at bills house, have at it.

i'm going to hide under a fucking rock and die.

I'M DANCING TONIGHT CHECK IT OUT

Lovely Lady Lumps

I'M DANCING TONIGHT JULY 1ST AT CHEZ BADUNKADUNK!

So come and put some dollars in my G string!!

Yes I am stripping, its a once in a lifetime oppurtunity... haha.


Chez Badunkadunk is above the Cat Club on Folsom and 9th st. Inside the Cat Club they're doing Gossip and its a Bauhaus tribute night so go to Gossip and come to Chez Badunkadunk!

Chez Badunkadunk is put on by Mistress Pandora and Fudgie Frottage and there's a bar and theres lapdances. No shit! So come check it out! Theres also lots of other lovely ladies to choose from!!
Doors around probably 10 until ???
And it's about $10 to get in or a donation. I dont know. But come in get a lapdance and get drunk! Yay! TITTY BAR!

more of my brain to entertain the masses.

the world that is on my shoulders is breaking my back.


yes. i'm caving. i'm breaking down. no big check yet due to a holiday where arian girls and boys carve a wild animal and eat it to celebrate their raping and pillaging of my people. american pirates kill and rape and enslave my ancestors and celebrate it by eating a big bird. i hate this place. i hate it so much. then they celebrate a big fat man in a red suit giving them things for being complete jerks the rest of the year. a day where people who dont deserve what they have get more material possesions. you beasts. i hate the world.

my birthday falls in between those days. i dont celebrate me being born. and nobody else should either. i dont want to hear about my birthday at all. i hate myself and yes, i do want to die. so what? theres no inspiration anywhere. i look outside and today people are racing to get rewards for themselves for being idiots the rest of the year. i hate the world. its breaking my back. its broken my heart when i fell from my mothers evil cunt. but now my spine is breaking in half. i want to get out of this place.

yes, no check. no work at "work" either. i got promoted to "phone girl" but im not going to make enough. i'll stay and answer phones because i'm too rough of a domme but i am still semi-homeless. now i have nowhere to put my shit. i am compelled to sell a bunch of it for enough to get maybe a motel room for a week. ive been asking people for money this whole week and now i owe half my check to them. so no apartment for myself. i failed at that. among a lot of other things. i dont know where i will be in a week from now -- thats how fast things are destroying me. i dont even know if i will be around with a beating heart to celebrate the day i fell to earth in a cloud of hate and despair.

funny thing is -- all i have to keep me happy right now is dancing. i go every monday to shit guild and dance and talk to nobody and go off and sit in an all night diner alone afterward. that or try one of my many booty calls. or charity hand outs for the night. the feeling of dancing is keeping me going. me knowing i'm on that shaky little box dancing to heavy industrial every monday and knowing people are watching me in awe is the only thing keeping me alive. me knowing i'm entertaining not only myself but others. and me knowing the other side of the coin, that they think i'm still a drug addict, them knowing i'm homeless, them thinking i'm dirty, them hating yet loving me at the same time and keeping their distance is destroying me. but the dancing keeps me sane.

my life is pitiful. but i have one thing keeping me happy. and maybe thats okay for now. see you on monday.

---> //: Vicodin Rant

i dont get it.

i'm afraid to rant sometimes because i dont want people to know too much about me. i dont know if i should hide behind a veil of mystery and keep quiet or if i should let it all pour out and show everyone everything and leave myself vulnerable to your power of knowing my weaknesses. because this is a world where there is no nice. i havent seen it. everyone has a reason to speak with me. either they want to get laid or make money off of my talents or enjoy watching me fail or entice me back into addiction or try to woo me into being their love or watch me become a rising star so they feel good about themselves or something. there is no nice. and like an old friend said, i treat people like they're disposable. but its happened to me as well. if i'm a tool, youre a tool too. i give back what i get. feels bad, huh. don't answer me. dont comment. its not clever or thought provoking. i'll just get sickened by the fact you tried to reply with something pitiful thinking it would make me want to change your life. or mine. i like it right now. i like challenge. i like change. but i dont like having no control. oops, there i went letting you people know a weakness. there. fire away. i'm in control nowadays. and once i get control i'm not losing it. its a judgemental world. everyone is judging everyone. saying youre openminded dosent count you out. youre still judging yourself. this life and world is a big oxymoron. nobody can ever win or make everyone happy. you have to make yourself happy. and not listen to people who judge you. who is everyone? who is nobody? it dosent matter anymore. i've distanced myself. i dont care if people think i am still a drug addict or a prostitute or a skanky homeless chick or a horrible friend or a baby killer or a bad girlfriend or a scared little girl. i know i'm not any of those things. i know its a tough world out here and i'm all alone in it and i'm strong and i'm making it through. all i know is that i'm strong and i'm surviving and i love myself no matter what shit people throw at me. because if i let their shit hit me - i'm back down on polk street or turk street or market street waiting for something to save my life all over again. and it wont be out there on those streets. it's with me the whole time. its me. only i can save myself from myself and other people and evil things. now that i know that, i cant go back there. now that i know that, i'm a couple cities ahead of those streets. i thought with a huge gang of friends i would feel safe and secure. but people dont know love. people dont know friendship. people dont know compassion. they know how to hold you down and watch you squirm. thats why i'm a horrible friend and girlfriend and baby killer and skanky careless prostitute. because i dont want to be held down by people who live to only see me squirm. i do what i have to do to get by. if i held all of this inside i would have a closet full of skeletons like all of you have. i leave myself cut open and gutted like an autopsy or lobotomy patient for you to pick through. but i leave this for you in the form of a series of books. you cant hold me down any longer. you can rip up my pages and burn my books but you'll never get me. i want no contact with people. only the people i choose to. nobody knows where i live. nobody is going to know my telephone number because i'm changing it. in my books there will be a PO Box you can order my books from but that is all. if i get a piece of mail with a letter in it i will tear it up. i want no criticism, no judgement, no nothing from your brains. i've had all of your brains all my life and i'm tired of them. now, i'm giving you mine. you're my prisioner now. so listen carefully. or decide not to.