Every now & then when dancing for someone I'm asked, "Do you ever get... Like really turned on by this?" Some just straight up TELL ME that I am. Others announce their assumption, "Yeah I bet you're real ready after doing this all day!" It's the same to me as the boyfriend who asks, "How many orgasms did you have?" They're usually out the door after that night when I have to answer with *blink* "Gee I can't even count that".
I'm also asked, "Doesn't it bug you having do do this for all those old guys out there?" No, it bugs me doing this for all those young cocky guys out there.
It happens. Not often, but lord all mighty did it happen recently : ) So you're not my type. In all technicalities just not my type. But you're cute. Okay handsome, but really cute. You look & dress like the stereotype of an egomaniac shallow stockbroker. You even gave me stock advice. What is this, Bright Lights Big City? Are you posing for an Armani add? And then you go & do this thing of being totally respectful & treating me well, while at the same time flattering me in a sexual yet non obscene way. You've been married for a decade yet have nothing but praise for you're wife & you're just as passionate about her as when you first met. Son of a bitch!
I have this thing I call the zone. For those of you I'll never go home with, I may still get in the zone with during dances, just like an athlete at their best. It's turned on in a different sense; sensual over sexual. I'm fully there connecting with what you feel & responding with a form or foreplay & touch. You can be old or fat or both. It doesn't matter. At that moment we're intimate & connected.
How do you get me there? Really just sit there & don't try; but more than that do so while enjoying the drawn out form of anticipation without expecting more. The moment you let up that it's a let down to have "just a dance" you can kiss me goodbye. Except I'll slap you for kissing me.
Here's a secret: When it comes to sex I run the show through & through, or at least set up the stage. So goes the exotic dance.
Summary: Allow your dancer to perform what is comfortable for her. Some girls are always disengaged - you can't change that. But if you can enjoy the moment, I personally can too.
Also if you're the Armani add... Holla!
Friday, December 17, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
House Fee's: The lowdown.
Quick as I can be...
I often meet patrons who are either unaware that dancers pay clubs to work, or are curious to know the details. It's a bit of a buzzkill to discuss these issues while actually dancing so I'll shed a small light on the subject here.
Independent Contractor Status: MOST clubs consider you a contractor, therefore we have to pay the bar for the right to work there, no different than a vendor at a trades show. Not abiding by the contract may result in fines or termination. Dancers pay for the right to advertise themselves by dancing on stage, and also "rent" the private dance area's by giving a portion of each dance to the bar. This is one reason why girls sometimes appear sulky when not receiving tips; she's actually paying to undress on stage!
Pre-Paid House Fee: Anywhere from $30 - $170.
Portion House Fee: Portion per dance - Portion per set amount of expected dances (done or not) or both.
Employee Status: There are some major strip bar chains (Wallstreet traded) that offer employee status. sorta. To my knowledge there is only 1 who offers medical benefits. An employee can receive benefits after 1 year of full time work... HOWEVER she has to share a larger portion of her income to the club than a contractor would... There is no explanation as to WHY.
Other chains state that they are offering a minimum wage & that the portion of dances taken daily are the portion one should pay towards taxes. With one of these establishments I had to pay 40% of my tips & dances, was mistreated for not "tipping" staff and management, & also had to pay regular taxes at the end of the year on top of this. *blink blink*
With another, I was given a decent paycheck (only because I was favored to the other girls) yet had to pay $80 - $170 per shift before working. The reason why being.... *blink blink*.
Tip Out: I currently only work in clubs which require a "tip out". Few metropolis area's only ask of this. A true tip out is about $5.00 per staff member working. This doesn't differ much from a waitress tipping out her bartender. In our case, D.J's, bouncers, & waitresses are expected to be assisting us. Provided the clubs staff is decent, a tip out is fair. Better it be a set amount than deciding who deserves what.
Contract Base Pay, No Cut: Say what??? Few & far between! This is an out of town gig which realized it's hard to attract good dancers! Typically the pay is less than minimum wage & a tip out is unwritten but wanted. Fair? If there is enough money for a dancer to receive some reimbursement of her travel fee's it's a good deal. To choose how to tip good staff is just good karma! I wish there were more of these!
Summary:
1. Most Metro gigs tend to screw you either way just because they can. I am the daughter of a former union negotiator & current labor lawyer... Don't think I'm unaware of my rights!
2. I've paid more in my life for the right to work than I've profited.
3. Some girls appear sulky because they're paying to undress. I've learned that sometimes thems is the breaks... May as well enjoy what you do! I am my own business. Some days I flunk. Hopefully the next day makes up for it!
Hope everyone out there enjoyed their Black Friday!
Support your local exotic dancer!
I often meet patrons who are either unaware that dancers pay clubs to work, or are curious to know the details. It's a bit of a buzzkill to discuss these issues while actually dancing so I'll shed a small light on the subject here.
Independent Contractor Status: MOST clubs consider you a contractor, therefore we have to pay the bar for the right to work there, no different than a vendor at a trades show. Not abiding by the contract may result in fines or termination. Dancers pay for the right to advertise themselves by dancing on stage, and also "rent" the private dance area's by giving a portion of each dance to the bar. This is one reason why girls sometimes appear sulky when not receiving tips; she's actually paying to undress on stage!
Pre-Paid House Fee: Anywhere from $30 - $170.
Portion House Fee: Portion per dance - Portion per set amount of expected dances (done or not) or both.
Employee Status: There are some major strip bar chains (Wallstreet traded) that offer employee status. sorta. To my knowledge there is only 1 who offers medical benefits. An employee can receive benefits after 1 year of full time work... HOWEVER she has to share a larger portion of her income to the club than a contractor would... There is no explanation as to WHY.
Other chains state that they are offering a minimum wage & that the portion of dances taken daily are the portion one should pay towards taxes. With one of these establishments I had to pay 40% of my tips & dances, was mistreated for not "tipping" staff and management, & also had to pay regular taxes at the end of the year on top of this. *blink blink*
With another, I was given a decent paycheck (only because I was favored to the other girls) yet had to pay $80 - $170 per shift before working. The reason why being.... *blink blink*.
Tip Out: I currently only work in clubs which require a "tip out". Few metropolis area's only ask of this. A true tip out is about $5.00 per staff member working. This doesn't differ much from a waitress tipping out her bartender. In our case, D.J's, bouncers, & waitresses are expected to be assisting us. Provided the clubs staff is decent, a tip out is fair. Better it be a set amount than deciding who deserves what.
Contract Base Pay, No Cut: Say what??? Few & far between! This is an out of town gig which realized it's hard to attract good dancers! Typically the pay is less than minimum wage & a tip out is unwritten but wanted. Fair? If there is enough money for a dancer to receive some reimbursement of her travel fee's it's a good deal. To choose how to tip good staff is just good karma! I wish there were more of these!
Summary:
1. Most Metro gigs tend to screw you either way just because they can. I am the daughter of a former union negotiator & current labor lawyer... Don't think I'm unaware of my rights!
2. I've paid more in my life for the right to work than I've profited.
3. Some girls appear sulky because they're paying to undress. I've learned that sometimes thems is the breaks... May as well enjoy what you do! I am my own business. Some days I flunk. Hopefully the next day makes up for it!
Hope everyone out there enjoyed their Black Friday!
Support your local exotic dancer!
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Peeler Pounder's
A "Peeler Pounder" is one whom infatuates the exotic dance industry with intentions of landing as many dancers as possible.
The Pounder poses as a non patron in order to gain trust from exotic dancers (A.K.A. 'Peelers'). He may obtain work within a club or agency, or choose a different form of work which will also grant him time with Peelers (Such as beer distributor, promotions, or dancewear provider). Often the Pounder has no correlating profession but has formed relationships with other bar staff, thus giving the illusion that his visits to the strip bar are strictly for the sake of catching up with management or security. When asked, the Peeler Pounder will claim he has no interest in strippers & isn't even looking at them.
A Pounder differs from a Groupie by his dishonesty & intentional deception.
Every bar has a Peeler Pounder.
If you're concerned you are dealing with a Peeler Pounder, I suggest seeking references to answer the following questions:
1. How much unpaid time does the suspect spend in the establishment?
2. How much time did the suspect spend in the establishment before forming a non dancer related relationship?
3. What passtimes or career did he previously have?
4. How many Peelers has he Pounded?
Dances, please point out your local Peeler Pounder to new & unsuspecting performers.
The Pounder poses as a non patron in order to gain trust from exotic dancers (A.K.A. 'Peelers'). He may obtain work within a club or agency, or choose a different form of work which will also grant him time with Peelers (Such as beer distributor, promotions, or dancewear provider). Often the Pounder has no correlating profession but has formed relationships with other bar staff, thus giving the illusion that his visits to the strip bar are strictly for the sake of catching up with management or security. When asked, the Peeler Pounder will claim he has no interest in strippers & isn't even looking at them.
A Pounder differs from a Groupie by his dishonesty & intentional deception.
Every bar has a Peeler Pounder.
If you're concerned you are dealing with a Peeler Pounder, I suggest seeking references to answer the following questions:
1. How much unpaid time does the suspect spend in the establishment?
2. How much time did the suspect spend in the establishment before forming a non dancer related relationship?
3. What passtimes or career did he previously have?
4. How many Peelers has he Pounded?
Dances, please point out your local Peeler Pounder to new & unsuspecting performers.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Girl on Girl Hardcore Action!
Okay, so I’ve been a bit hard on the boys in the last couple of blogs. To balance things out I’ll shed some light on what causes rivalry between us girls.
Top 10 Ways Strippers Piss off Strippers
10. Leave your cell phone on in the change room.
Thanks for making us all listen to your Kanye ringtone over & over again.
9. Repeatedly fight with your boyfriend while the rest of us prepare.
We felt for you last week. Break up already.
8. Mooch.
Oh funny, you “forget” you’re make up again?. And all your outfits too??? Kudo's
for watching every penny, but we all know that borrowing our stuff is part of your
investment plan. If you can't afford a bottle of Suave hairspray you might
want to consider a new profession.
7. Leave your stuff all over the place.
Hi, I’d like to use the counter too.
6. Grease up the pole.
You're skin looks great, but thanks to your Baby Oil I’ll spend my shows crawling!
5. Naked butt to the pole
Hey we know it’s always a germ fest, but at least put you’re hand behind you &
& pretend it's helping!
6. Drunky Drunkerson get's sad and angry.
Save the drama for you’re mama.
3. Announce your income or ask about ours.
Glad you had a good night, but not all of us did. Also 9 out of 10 times you're
lying or exaggerating. There is no financial comparison when all of us differ.
2. Approach a patron at the tip rail.
Or 'How to get bitch slapped”.
1. Cock Block.
Any means of intentionally disrupting another dancer’s possibility of
profiting from somebody she’s already spent time with. There are only three
ultimate evils within this profession: Theft, "offering more", & Cock Blocking.
The 3rd is the most carefully plotted.
And there you go. You can now fantasize about us rolling around in a Baby Oil covered catfight in the mysterious dressing rooms of each and every club.
Top 10 Ways Strippers Piss off Strippers
10. Leave your cell phone on in the change room.
Thanks for making us all listen to your Kanye ringtone over & over again.
9. Repeatedly fight with your boyfriend while the rest of us prepare.
We felt for you last week. Break up already.
8. Mooch.
Oh funny, you “forget” you’re make up again?. And all your outfits too??? Kudo's
for watching every penny, but we all know that borrowing our stuff is part of your
investment plan. If you can't afford a bottle of Suave hairspray you might
want to consider a new profession.
7. Leave your stuff all over the place.
Hi, I’d like to use the counter too.
6. Grease up the pole.
You're skin looks great, but thanks to your Baby Oil I’ll spend my shows crawling!
5. Naked butt to the pole
Hey we know it’s always a germ fest, but at least put you’re hand behind you &
& pretend it's helping!
6. Drunky Drunkerson get's sad and angry.
Save the drama for you’re mama.
3. Announce your income or ask about ours.
Glad you had a good night, but not all of us did. Also 9 out of 10 times you're
lying or exaggerating. There is no financial comparison when all of us differ.
2. Approach a patron at the tip rail.
Or 'How to get bitch slapped”.
1. Cock Block.
Any means of intentionally disrupting another dancer’s possibility of
profiting from somebody she’s already spent time with. There are only three
ultimate evils within this profession: Theft, "offering more", & Cock Blocking.
The 3rd is the most carefully plotted.
And there you go. You can now fantasize about us rolling around in a Baby Oil covered catfight in the mysterious dressing rooms of each and every club.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
I Shouldn't Have To Say It
"A lap dance is a type of erotic dance performed in some strip clubs in which the patron is seated, and the dancer is either in immediate contact (contact dancing) with the patron, or within a very short distance. Variant terms include couch dance which is a lap dance where the customer is seated on a couch, and bed dance where the customer lies down. In some places a block session (usually half an hour to an hour) can be booked in a champagne room, where the dancer and the patron talk in an intimate setting and drink champagne together. The dancer might perform lap dances too, depending on the patron's wishes."
Just so we're straight here - the above is an accurate description of what is to be expected when purchasing a lap dance.
Solicitation: A person who asks someone to commit an illegal act has committed the criminal act of solicitation. An employee who agrees in an employment contract not to solicit business after leaving her employer and then mails a letter to customers asking for business may be sued by the former employer for violating the non-solicitation clause of the contract. The crime of solicitation is completed if one person intentionally entices, advises, incites, orders, or otherwise encourages another to commit a crime.
To request or attempt to coerce an exotic dancer to perform sex acts in exchange for money falls into the above legal definition of solicitation. This includes offering any form of compensation for her to entertain outside of a properly licensed environment.
"Sexual Assault: Unwanted sexual contact that stops short of rape or attempted rape. This includes sexual touching and fondling."
Within the establishments I perform in, touching any body part while undressed/undressing is an act of prostitution, and therefore I do not invite or allow it; thus making it also an act of sexual assault. Any sexual form of touching while dressed & not performing is also an act of sexual assault. An establishment which allows either of these acts may face loss of liquor license, loss of business license, fines, and/or criminal charges. In some counties all performers working for an establishment which did not prevent an illegal act made by ONE employee, may face criminal charges regardless of uninvolvement.
Please reference this before asking me, "Can't I just?", "But if nobody sees?" "Don't you want to make more money?"
No.
No.
I make plenty of money.
Just so we're straight here - the above is an accurate description of what is to be expected when purchasing a lap dance.
Solicitation: A person who asks someone to commit an illegal act has committed the criminal act of solicitation. An employee who agrees in an employment contract not to solicit business after leaving her employer and then mails a letter to customers asking for business may be sued by the former employer for violating the non-solicitation clause of the contract. The crime of solicitation is completed if one person intentionally entices, advises, incites, orders, or otherwise encourages another to commit a crime.
To request or attempt to coerce an exotic dancer to perform sex acts in exchange for money falls into the above legal definition of solicitation. This includes offering any form of compensation for her to entertain outside of a properly licensed environment.
"Sexual Assault: Unwanted sexual contact that stops short of rape or attempted rape. This includes sexual touching and fondling."
Within the establishments I perform in, touching any body part while undressed/undressing is an act of prostitution, and therefore I do not invite or allow it; thus making it also an act of sexual assault. Any sexual form of touching while dressed & not performing is also an act of sexual assault. An establishment which allows either of these acts may face loss of liquor license, loss of business license, fines, and/or criminal charges. In some counties all performers working for an establishment which did not prevent an illegal act made by ONE employee, may face criminal charges regardless of uninvolvement.
Please reference this before asking me, "Can't I just?", "But if nobody sees?" "Don't you want to make more money?"
No.
No.
I make plenty of money.
Friday, September 17, 2010
I know you want it
3 farmers walk into a strip bar. A hot young dancer approaches the table and asks, "Would you like a dance?" The 1st farmer says, "Nah, I don't do dances. Ask this guy!"
The 2nd farmer he'd pointed to says, "I'd love to, but my wife would kill me. This guy wants a dance from you though!"
He points to the 3rd farmer who responds, "Who me??? I hate dances! The FIRST farmer wants one! Come on, I'll pay for you to take him to the Champagne Room!"
Where's the punch line? Oh there isn't one. That's just a typical nights work. The actual ending to the story is either that the 1st farmer flatly refuses his free dance his buddy bought him, therefore all three farmers feel awkward and avoid eye contact, or farmer #1 goes for it, loves it, and all 3 farmers buy dances all night long.
Moral of the story: When a group of men (especially coworkers) attend a strip club together for the first time, they each nervously avoid being the 1st one to buy a lap dance. In order to cover up their desire to go get one, they create the game of, "No him, no you, no that guy!" until they've paid someone else to be the sacrificial lamb. Once that guy's been so horrifically forced to have his dance, the others are allowed to then say, "Oh alright, I guess I better have 1 to since we made you do it!"
Please take the high road fella's! We know that you fear the judgment of your acquaintances. We know you fear your office staff or wives finding out about you, but don't let that ruin your night out. None of you were forced through those doors by gunpoint, so apparently each of you wanted to check out some strippers.
You don't sit down in a restaurant then pretend you're not hungry & hope somebody else orders for you after the waitress has approached you. Instead of trying to test the grounds out with your buddies, next time just respond, "Oh yeah, we each have to get one since we're here. Have a seat!"
Boom. Done.
You'll never climb the ladder if you don't set guidelines & take initiative.
The 2nd farmer he'd pointed to says, "I'd love to, but my wife would kill me. This guy wants a dance from you though!"
He points to the 3rd farmer who responds, "Who me??? I hate dances! The FIRST farmer wants one! Come on, I'll pay for you to take him to the Champagne Room!"
Where's the punch line? Oh there isn't one. That's just a typical nights work. The actual ending to the story is either that the 1st farmer flatly refuses his free dance his buddy bought him, therefore all three farmers feel awkward and avoid eye contact, or farmer #1 goes for it, loves it, and all 3 farmers buy dances all night long.
Moral of the story: When a group of men (especially coworkers) attend a strip club together for the first time, they each nervously avoid being the 1st one to buy a lap dance. In order to cover up their desire to go get one, they create the game of, "No him, no you, no that guy!" until they've paid someone else to be the sacrificial lamb. Once that guy's been so horrifically forced to have his dance, the others are allowed to then say, "Oh alright, I guess I better have 1 to since we made you do it!"
Please take the high road fella's! We know that you fear the judgment of your acquaintances. We know you fear your office staff or wives finding out about you, but don't let that ruin your night out. None of you were forced through those doors by gunpoint, so apparently each of you wanted to check out some strippers.
You don't sit down in a restaurant then pretend you're not hungry & hope somebody else orders for you after the waitress has approached you. Instead of trying to test the grounds out with your buddies, next time just respond, "Oh yeah, we each have to get one since we're here. Have a seat!"
Boom. Done.
You'll never climb the ladder if you don't set guidelines & take initiative.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Dear Bachelor
The entire purpose of the bachelor party ritual is to celebrate the "one last night of freedom" by getting as drunk as possible, and somewhere along the way include a stripper. We know. If you've seen the movie Bachelor Party or any sitcom including one, the stripper must also do something ridiculous or pop up at the most inappropriate moment. We know. Do as thou wilt, but let me give you the rules on how to realistically live out your fantasy without winding up banned from a bar or alienating every stripper in sight.
1) Call the club a day or two in advance & let them know you're coming. Some bars have "no party buses after 7:00PM" rules.
2) No more than a few drinks before visiting us. If you're wasted upon arrival you may:
A. Be denied entry
B. Annoy all of us
C. Forget the whole thing
3) Save your money. Cover charge + drinks + stage dance + lap dance = Oops, shouldn't have gotten that hummer limo.
4) Being a friend means buying a lap dance. $1 tips here and there are great and all, but just like ordering food in a restaurant it's expected that a large table order some dances. It should be the groomsmen buying either lap dances for the groom or for the groom & themselves. It's your choice on whether or not to buy dances from multiple girls or to pool together for a V.I.P. room session.
5) Let the man have a say in the "stage dance"! Most groom's grin & bear being humiliated & beat up by strippers on stage, but wind up with bruises. You can very well pay a couple of girls to give him a mildly abusive dance instead.
6) Don't push the envelope. Being cocky, demanding, or rowdy is only funny to you. Everyone else thinks you're a D-Bag.
7) Treat the dancers like you would your own momma. Piss off 1 & she'll pass it onto the rest of us, who will promptly ignore you. Not such a fun outing when no stripper will come near you, is it?
8) Remember what you're celebrating. It's not really your last night of freedom, so don't loose your senses & think you have to feel us up as a "last chance" opportunity.
9) You're about to be married, not buried. That means she'll find out what you did & there's no escaping it.
10) If a member of your party goes missing, remember to check the rooftop.
1) Call the club a day or two in advance & let them know you're coming. Some bars have "no party buses after 7:00PM" rules.
2) No more than a few drinks before visiting us. If you're wasted upon arrival you may:
A. Be denied entry
B. Annoy all of us
C. Forget the whole thing
3) Save your money. Cover charge + drinks + stage dance + lap dance = Oops, shouldn't have gotten that hummer limo.
4) Being a friend means buying a lap dance. $1 tips here and there are great and all, but just like ordering food in a restaurant it's expected that a large table order some dances. It should be the groomsmen buying either lap dances for the groom or for the groom & themselves. It's your choice on whether or not to buy dances from multiple girls or to pool together for a V.I.P. room session.
5) Let the man have a say in the "stage dance"! Most groom's grin & bear being humiliated & beat up by strippers on stage, but wind up with bruises. You can very well pay a couple of girls to give him a mildly abusive dance instead.
6) Don't push the envelope. Being cocky, demanding, or rowdy is only funny to you. Everyone else thinks you're a D-Bag.
7) Treat the dancers like you would your own momma. Piss off 1 & she'll pass it onto the rest of us, who will promptly ignore you. Not such a fun outing when no stripper will come near you, is it?
8) Remember what you're celebrating. It's not really your last night of freedom, so don't loose your senses & think you have to feel us up as a "last chance" opportunity.
9) You're about to be married, not buried. That means she'll find out what you did & there's no escaping it.
10) If a member of your party goes missing, remember to check the rooftop.
Monday, August 2, 2010
The Sexiest Thing is Trust
Rarely do I find myself overwhelmed in a packed bar, but after a night of aggressive batchelor parties sometimes a girl needs to excuse herself to the dressing room just to hide away. It's amazing how many times one can reapply their lipstick to justify to themselves that their time off of the floor is necessary. In this particular case, we had a dressing room full of girls opening the curtains and running in screaming "Jeeessusss!" Party bus after party bus these drunken batchelors kept pouring in, to the point where regular weekenders were a small minority. And the unusual bit? Every single one of those groom & groomsmen to be were the most Handsy McFeeliest men I've come to meet. The good news is that I didn't have to offer anyone a dance. The bad news is that the moment I'd step onto the floor I was mauled for one.
Some bouncers overcompensate & jump in the moment they think a patron is suspicious. Some make us out to be the root of all problems. Some will do anything to get a bribe... I mean tip.
But the sexiest thing going on in a strip bar on a night of such, is those bouncers who truly have your best interest at heart. It's only now & then that we find a group of men so willing to bust their asses in order to assure that we're safe & happy.
& their doing it all because it's the right thing to do, not because we might like their muscles.
Instead of mauling your local stripper, try to protect her like you would your Mercedes.
Some bouncers overcompensate & jump in the moment they think a patron is suspicious. Some make us out to be the root of all problems. Some will do anything to get a bribe... I mean tip.
But the sexiest thing going on in a strip bar on a night of such, is those bouncers who truly have your best interest at heart. It's only now & then that we find a group of men so willing to bust their asses in order to assure that we're safe & happy.
& their doing it all because it's the right thing to do, not because we might like their muscles.
Instead of mauling your local stripper, try to protect her like you would your Mercedes.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
This is the Beginning
For months now I've had thoughts spinning in my head of what I'd like all of you to know about me and the world of exotic dancing. By "all of you" I mean specifically, any single one of you who has stepped foot in a strip bar. Whether I've spent hours in a V.I.P room with you, been rejected for a $10 lap dance from you, or seen you in passing that one single time your buddy dragged you in; I have a lot to say to you.
We, us dancers, have so many shared opinions regarding our profession and regarding you. In the dressing rooms we tend to share the same stories through different examples time and time again. If we had the spare time, we may actually voice them out loud to you, but since we're forever running from dance to dance, we often don't have the time. Not to mention, the lack of substance you tend to receive from us is no mistake; to most the more absent minded we are the better. If our brains are blank you can mold them into your fantasy. If we're always the party girl we'll never bore you. and always, always, always, we have to be happy to see you and assure that you never get the feeling that we're just going through the motions and counting the hours until our shifts are over.
Well some of the time I'm doing all of the above. More of the time I forget those tricks of the trade and sit down and bitch to ya'll about how slow things are and how I'd rather be catching up on housekeeping. *Note: I'm passionate about home organization.
But that's veering from the over all message I'd like to convey here. I love my job. No really, I actually do, and if I thought this profession didn't have an expiration date I'd do it forever. Maybe it won't always be my day job (in fact only a couple of my dancing years it was), but I'd love to keep picking it up from time to time. Each time I take a break from dancing and return, I enjoy the experience more than the last time. We're sorta' blessed to have the chance to earn a living by dancing around half naked and traveling as we please.
One more note: I am a Stripper. You need not correct me and tell me I'm too classy to be a stripper, I'm an Exotic Dancer, not a stripper. No; I'm an Exotic Stripper. Whatever you call us, dancers, entertainers, showgirls, strippers, exotic dancers, waitresses (little dancer humor. That's what we tell our parents we are), it's all equally good. There's no shame in stripping in a dive club where the money is pouring in, nor is there shame in starring as a feature performer with costumes and props out the hu ha.
This post is just the very beginning. You might not want to hear the rest actually. This might burst your bubble just a little. But these are the things I think about when retreating to the change room for a few minutes of peace.
And if you're reading this right now... I probably just gave you a lap dance.
Yours truly,
Victoria Peel
(or Jenine if you're at the K.O.D. since another Victoria got there first)
We, us dancers, have so many shared opinions regarding our profession and regarding you. In the dressing rooms we tend to share the same stories through different examples time and time again. If we had the spare time, we may actually voice them out loud to you, but since we're forever running from dance to dance, we often don't have the time. Not to mention, the lack of substance you tend to receive from us is no mistake; to most the more absent minded we are the better. If our brains are blank you can mold them into your fantasy. If we're always the party girl we'll never bore you. and always, always, always, we have to be happy to see you and assure that you never get the feeling that we're just going through the motions and counting the hours until our shifts are over.
Well some of the time I'm doing all of the above. More of the time I forget those tricks of the trade and sit down and bitch to ya'll about how slow things are and how I'd rather be catching up on housekeeping. *Note: I'm passionate about home organization.
But that's veering from the over all message I'd like to convey here. I love my job. No really, I actually do, and if I thought this profession didn't have an expiration date I'd do it forever. Maybe it won't always be my day job (in fact only a couple of my dancing years it was), but I'd love to keep picking it up from time to time. Each time I take a break from dancing and return, I enjoy the experience more than the last time. We're sorta' blessed to have the chance to earn a living by dancing around half naked and traveling as we please.
One more note: I am a Stripper. You need not correct me and tell me I'm too classy to be a stripper, I'm an Exotic Dancer, not a stripper. No; I'm an Exotic Stripper. Whatever you call us, dancers, entertainers, showgirls, strippers, exotic dancers, waitresses (little dancer humor. That's what we tell our parents we are), it's all equally good. There's no shame in stripping in a dive club where the money is pouring in, nor is there shame in starring as a feature performer with costumes and props out the hu ha.
This post is just the very beginning. You might not want to hear the rest actually. This might burst your bubble just a little. But these are the things I think about when retreating to the change room for a few minutes of peace.
And if you're reading this right now... I probably just gave you a lap dance.
Yours truly,
Victoria Peel
(or Jenine if you're at the K.O.D. since another Victoria got there first)
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