So this guy I know says...
I had this super-sweet thing going with this particular dancer for about 18 months. Took her for an hour or two in the Champagne Room every couple of weeks or so, gave her "just because" presents, the whole PL/ATF thing. She was a beautiful dancer, "grounded," smart, determined, goal-oriented and gloriously drug-free, not like most of the others, which made me dig her all the more. Never went OTC with her, though I admit I inquired politely and totally respected her seemingly firm policy against this. Anyway, what she didn't know was that I was writing about her on a blog, always using her stage name (though I knew her real name), and never revealing details about the particular club or its location.
Dancer, in the waning months of her stripping career (advanced degree soon in hand), finds out from another douchebag customer that she's mentioned in my blog, and becomes upset. Understandably. It was not meant for her personal consumption after all, but on the other hand it was, to me, scrupulously anonymized. But obviously not enough, since another customer figured it out. Hmm, problem there.
Dancer confronts me with this in May 2007. I am mortified. Upon her request, I take it down completely. I delete the whole fucking thing and don't even keep a backup. (To be honest, I couldn't figure out how). Meanwhile, dancer retires from the club and takes a civilian job in another state; she is seemingly gone from my life and from stripclubbing forever.
Months pass. I begin to regret having destroyed my personal journal of all the strip club visits I've so lovingly (and for the most part, respectfully) chronicled over the past 10 years. I also get emails from people who apparently have enjoyed reading it also and are sorry to see it lost forever. So, like the Germans in Rothenburg in 1945, I painstakingly reconstruct it, stone by stone. With the help of Google and a few e-fans, I resurrect it in HTML. But before it goes live, I change EVERY FUCKING NAME of EVERY FUCKING DANCER, just to make sure nobody gets pissed off. It seems strange to have to change a stage name to some other imaginary name, but I did it anyway.
Months go by. Coincidentally, my strip club activity wanes.
Flash forward -- December 2007. My fave dancer in a distant state (presumably) has discovered my reconstructed blog and, apparently despite the fact that it's now full of pseudonyms, is royally pissed off. She leaves a message on my phone demanding that I take down the blog and if I ever "talk bad" about her or her friends she will tell my kids and my girlfriend that I'm a wack job pervert asshole.
I'm not sure how I ever talked bad about her in my blog -- and I certainly never talked bad about her friends (I don't even know who they are). But holy cripes man, one thing is for certain, I'm dealing with an irate ex-stripper who knows my name and the town I live in, and that's not something I really want to mess with.
I take the second site down -- but only temporarily. It's back up and now features an (undoubtedly naive) appeal to my ex-dancer to return to her sanity and stop being so paranoid. In my opinion, she left stripping at the appropriate age with at least one ardent fan who happens to have written about her with what he feels was more than sufficient discretion -- why couldn't she have just felt happy about that, or failing that, just let it go?
That's what my friend says. I think the subject line pretty much identifies the issue here. Discuss.

