There is finally a new stripper forum! It was made for strippers, by strippers and retired strippers, and will keep being for strippers. It’s easy to join up, but to get access to the stripper only sections you need to send a picture to the admins showing that you are who you say you are.… Continue reading New Stripper Forum!
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Every Day Extortion
It’s the end of a long slow night. I had made twenty dollars, which left me in the hole, until an hour before closing when a kind gentlemen came in and dropped a few hundred on me. Credit card money. You know, virtual money that exists in machines and wires until the end of the… Continue reading Every Day Extortion
Nothing Funnier Than Real Life
In the dressing room, I’m sitting on the toilet, peeing, and a cokehead woman I’ve worked with off and on all over for a while is doing lines with another stripper. OG Stripper: Don’t worry about Tara. I know you don’t know her, but she’s cool, she won’t say shit. Unknown Stripper: I ain’t worried… Continue reading Nothing Funnier Than Real Life
Badness and Reality
Once a woman wrote to me that for the entire month or two that she was a stripper she thought that the men were putting acid and poisons on their hands to burn her and make her sick. It was ironic because a few months before she had announced authoritatively to an email list I… Continue reading Badness and Reality
After work rambles
It’s seven in the morning, after work at this little diner with wifi, and the blue haired old lady crowd is starting to show up. I’m not tired, I could stay awake forever. Tonight a sweet older lady climbed on stage with me. It was actually really cool and not weird and invasive like it… Continue reading After work rambles
Wave
I wake up to the softstrong lull of ocean waves and the sweet sting of salty wind. The first thing I see is the ocean, but my eyes are heavy and the next thing I know I’m dreaming of mushrooms and revolutions. When I wake again the ocean is still there, the breeze still fresh.… Continue reading Wave
Stripping 104: Stripper Etiquette
I had the dubious good fortune of starting my stripping career in an old school titty bar, with old school strippers. Old school, in this case, meant you respect the hell out of everyone or there’ll be a blanket party after work. It also meant rules like, if a customer likes two dancers, the one… Continue reading Stripping 104: Stripper Etiquette
It's a sad, sad world out there…
He is old as dirt, sitting at my stage in a worn flannel shirt and a faded pink and blue baseball cap. When I hold out my garter for money he is suprised, and then digs in his wallet for a ten. Later, after stage, after a few dances, I sit with him. He says… Continue reading It's a sad, sad world out there…
Shades of Home, the Stripper Version
Coming to this club is like coming home. Not like in my little fishing town, where I walk in after being away for eight months and people squeel and hug me. I know I could always live there if I needed to (hell, I have), the couch is always waiting with a puppy on it,… Continue reading Shades of Home, the Stripper Version
A rolling stone…
A consultation with my calender yesterday showed that this was my most profitable week at this club last year. Unlike most Americans, but probably like most strippers, I don’t fill my calendar in advance: instead I fill it retroactively, jotting down the night before’s earnings every morning-after-work. The calendars are all in a big envelope,… Continue reading A rolling stone…