You can tell a lot about a person by what they say when you tell them you’re a stripper. They always ask. “What do you do for money, traveling around in that van.†Or even if they don’t know about the van dwelling, it’s “so, what do you do.†I used to tell people that… Continue reading 101 Things People Say When You Tell Them You're a Stripper
Category: Stripping
Tax Time!
If you haven’t already, it’s time to pay taxes!
Southern Stripping
I get hired simply by walking in the door and announcing that I want to dance. The door girl turns and calls to the manager at the bar. She strolls over, bleach blond with dark roots that match her thick black eyeliner, and looks me up and down. I grin and twirl. “When d’ya wanna… Continue reading Southern Stripping
Pics!
I’ve been henna’ing lately. My hair, my skin, other peoples skin. This is the logo for locally grown veggies here, and I put it on Possum. I’m south. South east, I mean. I’ve never been here before. It’s hot and humid. People are friendly and a little different than I’ve ever been around. Tonight I’m… Continue reading Pics!
I Was Chosen
I said back in the post about the customer with a gun that I’d tell you about the other time I was scared in a strip club. Here it is. I was running so late. It was back when I was going to school, running a business, advocating for kids, and dancing a state away… Continue reading I Was Chosen
Stripping, Class, and The Secret
When I was a kid things were really simple. People with running water and jobs were Stupid Rich People, and you felt a little disdainful of them because they were stupid enough to spend their lives working so that they could spend their money like sheep. Running water, junk food, new clothes. We didn’t need… Continue reading Stripping, Class, and The Secret
The Patriotic Gunman
A while ago I was talking with some people about the pop culture image of the strip club as underworld, and someone asked if I’d ever been afraid in a strip club. There’ve been plenty of times when I couldhave been afraid, when someone followed me from the club, pushed boundaries too hard, or went… Continue reading The Patriotic Gunman
The Stripper and The Cosmic Titty
“…a construct, a man-made, literally a man-made construct which traps women into playing the role of emotional wet-nurse to their emotionally challenged, inferior male partners. The cosmic-titty archetype. The mother earth you can mine and drill and fuck over and over again for her resources, the mother that will always forgive.†– Davka Davka writes… Continue reading The Stripper and The Cosmic Titty
Stripping Trends
Stripping, the actual dancing part, is like folk art. Dance anthropologists should be documenting us. Fortunately for me, you don’t have to be good at it to do it. Mostly if you get naked nobody really notices what else you do. There are trends, little moves or postures, that come and go in the collective… Continue reading Stripping Trends
Life lessons from stripping.
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