Tonight started out slow, and it stayed that way. There were three more new girls. I did four dances all night long, and by the time last call arrived I was sooo ready to hole up in the van with a good book and go to sleep. Of course there’s this thing between last call… Continue reading Reason #382 I love being a stripper.
Category: Stripping
crazy in the strip club
If you’ve been reading for a while, you may have noticed that I have a strange affinity for people who’s perceptions of reality are, well, different from the majority’s. Delusional, schizophrenic, psychotic. Whatever, we’ll just call them crazy and mean it in the most affectionate way. Here in Alaska, and especially at this little club,… Continue reading crazy in the strip club
Life, the universe, and foot fetishists.
Yesterday was another one of those days off where I still worked. I meant to be at the club by ten, but I took a nap and ended up not getting there until 11:30. When I pulled in the parking lot was full of RVs, and I rushed to finish my dinner and let Bro… Continue reading Life, the universe, and foot fetishists.
This is how I can tell season's almost here
The tips from my first stage set: Of course, the lack of money the rest of the night indicates that it’s still not quite really here…
ORU in the titty bar!
It was four am and almost everyone had gone home. I was sitting at the bar with another girl and our lone customer, sipping my fake seabreeze and considering leaving. I don’t like to leave until it’s all over, until every possibility of another customer walking in with a big wad of cash has been… Continue reading ORU in the titty bar!
Confidence and the stripper
 I grew up with a pretty fucked idea of feminine attractiveness. You know, pretty women are needy women. They’re damsels in distress, like Cinderella and Rapunzel. They’re damaged, like the women in Tori Amos songs, or the Suicide Girls. That’s what makes them so fascinating and addictive, right? When I started dancing, this was what… Continue reading Confidence and the stripper
Small town fame
Everywhere I go I’m the stripper from Alaska. At least here my liscense plate blends in and I don’t get people randomly stopping to visit because they saw the Alaska plates and I’m definitely the only thing happening from Alaska. I’ve been in town for a week. Today I woke up at 4PM after having… Continue reading Small town fame
To work, or not to work…
This is the question. There’s this thing that happens with stripping. Kind of a law of diminishing returns. You work too much, your in a bad mood, and you don’t feel like talking to people. You know that if you got out of the dressing room and talked to people you could make money, so… Continue reading To work, or not to work…
Strippers I have loved, Part One
One of the best things about being a stripper is the other strippers. Strippers are everything, like a little version of all the women in the world. We are married, single, mothers, foster parents, welders and teachers and social workers by day, law students, art students, alcoholics, recovering addicts, anorexic, body builders, athiests, christians, witches,… Continue reading Strippers I have loved, Part One
Some tips on staying alive…
Whole religions and cultures and species have been built around the central idea of staying alive. As a young white female in the US, staying alive isn’t too hard. My main predators are other humans, and they’re mostly focused on people who are more marginalized by me. Of course, being a stripper and living in… Continue reading Some tips on staying alive…