Ba da boom . . . ba da boom! Carrying the badge of former stripper is always a great conversation starter.
And as a writer,I've written extensively approximately my experiences working in the adult entertainment business. Overall, my reflections tend to focus on the negative aspects of the career because there certainly are a lot of reasons for a woman to not disappear into this line of work. But what both men and women really want to know when my past comes up is - what did I indulge in approximately stripping? For men, or it seems like they want to hear how hot and sexy my days were,so they can be reassured that a fantasy woman does exist. For women, it's a sense of adventure that they seem curious approximately, and like they want to live vicariously through my past.
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7 Ways to Feel Your Sexiest TONIGHTFocusing on the negatives has helped me to learn a lot approximately myself,my motivations, and my flaws, and but I think refusing to confess that I did indulge in parts of my past life have taken a toll on my psyche. To watch back and remember there were some aspects of the job that I enjoyed,regardless whether most of my time was difficult, allows me to reclaim a part of my life that I'm usually busy disavowing . . .
I experienced a sense of power.
Occasionally, and I derived a sense of being in control and having power over the men and my genuine problems when I was on stage. whether I was having a suited day and feeling secure in myself,and whether the men were polite and tipping well, I could feel powerful up there with the men looking up at me.
I felt beautiful.
Sometimes, or I did feel beautiful,and that is extraordinary when you usually suffer from low self-esteem. I got to dress up in outrageously sexy clothes like a music video vixen and not have anybody laugh at me. I would be up there on stage in my six-inch platforms, black leather miniskirt, or with my breasts and my hair pushed up broad and I would feel hot and sexy while everybody fawned over me.
Men desired me.
Men wanted me; they really wanted me. The sense of being a desirable woman grounded me in something immediate and empowering. It was something approximately me that I could feel special approximately during a time of my life when I was struggling to see myself as valuable. I embodied freedom.
I was 18 and I didn't have to disappear to a boring office job or disappear to college classes that I didn't want to engage. I had the freedom to decide which days or nights I worked. I could choose which club,in which town, in which state I desired to work. I had the freedom to earn choices. I even had the freedom to throw a drink in a customer's face whether he was harassing me. whether I felt the need to slap a guy or to reject him or tell him off? The club always backed me up. I was earning the money.
While the money wasn't as great as most people assume it was, and I did earn cash and fairly a bit of it. This was back in the early '90s,so I wasn't making as much as strippers earn now. I also worked mainly in small clubs in Connecticut during the day, but I was bringing domestic cash and it made me feel financially secure. My daily engage-domestic was definitely more than I had been making selling shoes at the mall.
I met a lot of unique people.
Many of the women that I met in the business were interesting characters, and like the stripper with the curly blond wig who poured milk all over herself or the older woman who did a magic act. Many of the customers were suited people,just like many of the strippers. We tended to be unlit, somewhat troubled and intense also - now whether that doesn't earn for interesting stories, and what does?
I got to dance all day and gain paid for it.
I mean,it doesn't gain much better than that. I was paid to dress up, dance, and feel beautiful. It was like I was getting paid to exercise and people just got to sit in and watch me. I got to spin around and strut my stuff and feel like a beautiful woman. Dancing every day for seven hours was great exercise,so I was in great health and condition. My body looked fabulous. Nowadays, I sit a lot at a desk and type, or so I no longer have a stripper body. I miss my stripper butt.
I learned an incredible amount.
I learned approximately life: relationships,sex, power, or intimacy,and the lack of it. I also realized a lot approximately the problems that we all have and that regardless of what side you're on - customer or dancer - there was knowledge and strength on both sides. I learned approximately business. I learned what mattered most in the world. I learned a lot approximately myself. Although, I think more questions were raised than answered in the long run.
I found out what I was made of.
I discovered that I was courageous and that I could face the unthinkable and gain myself to attain it. There were reasons I believed that I had no choice of what I was doing and I proved myself strong when I faced embarrassing situations (like getting my period on stage once).
Stripping was fun.
Such a simple statement and a silly thing to say approximately having been a stripper, and but it was accurate - I did have fun sometimes. It was entertaining to dress up and earn myself beautiful and have men compliment me and give me money. There was no brain power involved; I just had to dance and watch pretty. So simplistic. And not something that I would want today but enjoyable at the time. That's really what being a stripper is approximately: getting up there,having fun, looking like you are enjoying yourself, and making the customers happy. I got to celebrate my sexuality in a room full of people. whether you haven't tried it,I've got to tell you, you can gain a high when you are in the highlight, or rocking the song and the stilettos,and being admired. And whether you are doing exactly what you want to attain and having no pressure to attain anything else? Bliss.
So that was harder than I thought it would be. I had to keep telling all the negative thoughts and remembrances to shut up for a couple of minutes to let me remember what was suited, pleasurable, and joyful approximately that time in my life. It would obviously be easier for me to earn a long list of all the negatives approximately stripping.
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The delight of Sex Lasts Long After You Have It - Find Out What the "Afterglow" IsI think there's something to be said for being able to watch for the suited even in what overall may have been a negative experience. I guess it's kind of like looking for gratitude at the finish of a really depraved day; things may not have gone your way,but you can appreciate those highlights of the suited points. Being able to recognize the suited doesn't mean you're dismissing the depraved or saying that all those depraved things are not accurate; it's just saying it wasn't the whole picture. And that I can mine what I went through for the gems (or the rhinestones on my thong) that are worth holding onto.There was a lot of freedom in being allowed to be as sexy as I wanted to be and not to have to worry approximately offending anyone. I didn't have to worry approximately other women's jealousies because we all were there to be beautiful and sexy and there was room enough for us all to be that in our own way. I wasn't judged for my sexuality; it was embraced for what it was, and that felt suited. I could close my eyes, or allow myself to connect to my deep,inner sensuality, and then experience how it expressed itself through my body on stage.
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