There is nothing sexy about a strip club. I dont understand it. I really dont. I...– Zach Galifianakis on NPR (via spareunderthemat) My (Strippr’s) thoughts: Nah. Men that go to strip clubs? They’re from every walk of life. Old, young, single, married, unhappy, satisfied with life, disfigured, hotties, overweight, underweight, extremely wealthy, dirt poor,...
(Comments regarding previous picture posted…due to layout error, posting here.) See, this is the problem with stereotyping me: It makes me angry. Yeah, the picture is funny, to those that haven’t worked their asses off in the industry. But to many that have, it’s a lot less humorous. I am intelligent. And, though not all of my coworkers are, it’s roughly the same...
Last week, I decided to leave the comforts of my previous club. The money is waning because it’s now autumn, the snow will come shortly and make it nearly impossible at times to get to work (it’s outside of a suburb that is far too wealthy for me to live in), and I think I was just getting a little burnt out on the same customers and the same bullshit. There’s bullshit...
I realized that I’m now having a hard time being social and cheery and, overall, just talking to people, with my clothes on. My confidence with clothes off is high, but probably at the price of becoming much, much more introverted with my clothes on. I talk to other strippers and people in the sex industry. I talk to my fiance. Occasionally, I talk to other people—but it’s...