Unfortunately I have been the victim of some either insecure boyfriends or straight up pimps. These people wait until you have swam for your life then, once you finally give up and sink to the bottom,

Mental Stigma A national epidemic To this day, there is still not enough known about mental illness, and this lack of knowledge on the subject leaves room for fear to be born, and grow into stigma. Anyone

“My sponsor died alone in his apartment”. The tale of a soul lost to this isolating disease. Both the disease and those that love them get enveloped into a societally imposed isolation. Cultivating a fiendish

My journey is the same of many dancers across this great land. I have met so many, from sea to shining sea. My home in Boston to my residence in LA. There are so many struggling with addiction, and a lot

AND IT WORKED! during my time healing at a Boston hospital, close to my loved ones, I learned a lot about the stigma of mental health disorders. Up until 1998, if you needed a psychiatrist, you could only

In my journey of 1- realizing I am/was/is/has/have/had an addict, and 2- owning everything that entails, nothing hurt more than the instant rejection from people I would never hurt. The people who would

Slut. Druggy. Homeless person. The likes of which all have been deemed subhuman by society. They shame you, haze you, assault you, take your pride, your dignity, your rights. “You can’t sit with us” the

The conventional citizen seems to have placed a hierarchy on disease. Cancer? Oh, poor you, you get all the monies. Phiosological malfunctions take the cake. Brain malfunctioning? Well this is a grey-dient.

I was, oh, maybe 16. He was, somewhere close to 50. “Hey mister” I said. “I got some old stuff to sell. Won’t you buy it?” I was drunk, and trying to get drunker. He could tell by his preconceived notions

For one week I got to feel not like a suck person. I felt abled. No dis. Preparing, I had a reason to push through illness, I had something to work for, I had a world to save, I had a part to play, Justice

A crooked nose and angry eyes. Shadow bats whisper lies. Turbulent tides ebb through a surging waves rise. Impact the earth, plummeting from heavenly highs. An impression expressed through disguise. Souls

Shout STERLING at me or something so I know you support #heartsofsterling and you’re not just a regular that happened to be there that night. I’ll make something new, and unreleased to hand out that night.

I can see it in my minds eye so clearly. Poses, spinning around the pole. Beautiful, graceful, with intention and feeling. And when I’m done, the tears fall down my face, as the call my name. I step on

Calling all Hearts of Sterling: About a year ago I said I would do my first competition in a year. Well, I kind of forgot about it, and now it’s a year later and the competition has come to me! I’m completely

Hey! Hey you! I’ll share a secret with you. Strippers love their fans. That’s right, we think about you too. We wear things we know you will like when we know you’re coming to see us. We think of you like