A new Substack publication. A coming of age memoir in a city on the verge of bankruptcy, the search for truth, love & family in the go-go bars of Times Square—when I was the most alive and so close to dying.
I actually love this. I was a “go-go girl” for a local party band. There were two of us. We each had a cage on the stage. We were not topless. But we danced for the band’s entire gig every show. So many drunk guys climbed in with us. The bars of the cages were elastic, so they often fell out when trying to grab onto them. Good times.
Yeah, in my head when I started I think I thought of myself as a cage dancer from Shindig or Hullaballo, two old tv shows that were on when I was too young, when go-go girls wore white patent leather boots and mini skirts. Check out the Dirty Girl Diaries, you'll enjoy them, especially if you're a fan of old grimy NYC and stories about drunks. https://jdoff.substack.com/subscribe
I’m in! You had me at go-go girl.
That’s how old I am. That’s what we were called. The agency was the Go-Go Agency.
I actually love this. I was a “go-go girl” for a local party band. There were two of us. We each had a cage on the stage. We were not topless. But we danced for the band’s entire gig every show. So many drunk guys climbed in with us. The bars of the cages were elastic, so they often fell out when trying to grab onto them. Good times.
Yeah, in my head when I started I think I thought of myself as a cage dancer from Shindig or Hullaballo, two old tv shows that were on when I was too young, when go-go girls wore white patent leather boots and mini skirts. Check out the Dirty Girl Diaries, you'll enjoy them, especially if you're a fan of old grimy NYC and stories about drunks. https://jdoff.substack.com/subscribe
Hell yeah, from someone who hasn't started sharing her dirtygirl diaries publicly... yet.
We're here when you're ready to....
I'm so excited I can barely (get it?) contain myself!!!
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Okay, I deserve that. But really, I'm so excited!
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