Reformed Stripper

        Sorry I have not posted in a long time. I have had a lot going on and I will write a post later on letting you know the updates going on with me soon but I am posting this blog that I have had written in my laptop for the time being.

        So I never go sit on a guys lap if he has just walked in and has not seen a couple of girls stages. However, I was on second stage when this handsome guy walked in and sat right in front of my stage. He does not tip me but he doesn't stop looking at me etiher. So shortly after I cool down from dancing for four songs and get my top back on I saunter over to him and ask if he would like some company. He coyly says yes and since I know he is a little uncomfortable I don't sit on his lap but in the chair next to him. The man is medium height and weight, fairly good shape, dark brunette hair and a goatee. I ask him one of my favorite random questions; "Tell me a completely ramdom fact about yourself!"

"I'm a choir director," he replies.

"Really? Where do you do that?" I ask ( and I am thinking it may be for the GLBTQ choir lol) I was wrong...

"At a church..." 

"What is a good little church-boy like you doing at a strip club?", I ask seductively.

  "Same reasons as any guy." he responds

"I used to be a liittle good church girl myself, I was an acolyte when I was younger, and then I was sent to a Non-Demoninational Reform School in the Dominican Republic.", I explained.

"Wow, I just read a book about a school like that in the Dominican Republic..."

"Wait don't tell me, it was "Jesus Land" by Julia Scheeres? I asked, expecting the right answer. And oh, was I right.

I do not know who was more shocked, that he had met a girl from a book that he had read or that I had met someone that was not a really close friend of mine that I had made read the book or someone I had gone to that strange land with. Most of the people I know who have read that book are ones who were there with me as it came out in 2005 and I was not out til January 1, 2006. There is also a documentary trailer about New Horizons Youth Ministries, Jarabacoa, Dominican Rebublic called "Kidnapped for Christ" It was filmed the spring or summer right after I was released. My family released me to "The Program" (as we called it) as a minor and I was told I could not legally leave until I was of eighten years old and graduated from high school. So I graduated early, I finished school a week after I became of age. However the school was allowed at the time to keep students there until they were twenty-one years of age. I knew girls that had signed themselves in when I was fifteen; they thought the Dominican Republic branch of the program was a drug-rehab of somesort. They were wrong. 

Another day I will have to tell you about how I was sent there and how "The Program" actually was but that is not for today. However, I thought that it was uncanny that I had a customer that was a good ol' Christian choir director and had read the book about my school. So I have a request of my readers; If you have read the book "Jesus Land" by Julia Scheeres or if you are one of the rare readers of mine that actually went to New Horions Youth Ministries I would like you to post a comment on my page about what you thought or how you took your experience at NHYM/Escuela Caribe. If you have not been there or read the book, then your homework is to read the book.

You can also see some random spoof videos my house "TKB" did in reform school as well. Just look on YouTube and look under "Anderson's Eleven" or "TKB Dreamin'." We did do a third movie but it was so controversial that it was banned from the school and the footage was ultimately lost. I can tell you that it was about a brain-washing device that was turning the school into an army of good little Christian soldiers. So you can see why the school frowned upon that idea. We were able to show it to the entire student body and all of the staff, but right after it was shown our Homelife Director reamed us all out (who in the movie was the villain making the army). I also was able to do a machete fight with my housefather that was in the first two movies. 

I will post both of those videos as soon as I can figure out how :) 

Till later readers! Thank you fans so much for your support and positive comments on my page. 

"The Millenium Generation and the high-potential underachievers that we are..."

Maybe I should have told you guys before if you have not figured it out already that I am an extremely blunt person. Thankfully, I have a predominately female demographic that reads this blog so the women would be more likely to understand where I am coming from. So here is the question I have for you women out there. (and men if you have some insight)

My question is this, why does it seem like there is such an influx of young women of the "Millenium Generation" that jump into the adult entertainment industry (the "Industry" from here on out) right after they become age-appropriate for the job? And to add to that question, why is this form of employment becoming such an easily concievable choice for a first job? Can they even hack it?

***I do not know if "Millenium Generation is a real coined term or not, if not it is now. My loose definition of the "Millenium Generation" is simply this:people that were born roughly in the early 1980's up until around the mid 1990's.***

           

            I ask this because I do fall in this category and I had different aspirations rather than becoming a stripper. I became a dancer because of a few reasons. One of the main ones (I'm not going to lie) was because the hot pole goddess Daisy mesmerized and recruited me, and the second, but very important reason was because I had gotten fired from QuikMart and had car payments to make. I was living out of my van at the time so I had to find a job fast.

            I cannot give estimates or percentages but the vast majority of my female friends that are not yet 19 aspire to being in the adult entertainment industry in some way or another. Alot of my friends that are of age to dance are in the industry. More and more girls everyday are going to the club to try out even the day after they are old enough for the job, and in some places before they are old enough. I do not approve of girls becoming strippers for their first job.  Of course I have no problem seeing women become more confident in their bodies and strength as women but I do think that it is unfortunate that many of our highly intelligent girls and women end up in a employment position they are 100 times better than.

            I started my work career at 18 like most people after high school. My mother made me get a job before I was reacclimated to living in the United States. (I was sent to a Christian Reform school in the Dominican Republic for 2 1/2 years...another day). I was working a month after I moved here at the call center my mother ran. I worked there for over a year and we were all laid off. I kept to the call center thing for awhile til I got fired from TeleTech and went into food service. I went through about 10 jobs and a few homeless stints selling weed before I became a stripper. Like I said in "My Stripping Origins" post I never thought that I had the mentality to be a hustling stripper. When I was homeless I would get mistaken for a little boy alot. (I was sporting a mohawk though) so I was also not too keen on looking girly. It was not until 2 years ago when I met one of the loves of my life Alexa that I became girly again. This was the first time a girl played "my-size barbie" with me. So I decided to dress more like a girl but still having my little boy days when I feel like it, and you know what I still do when I am lazy. Anyway, I always loved strippers just never thought I could be one. I had guys that were best friends but I did not know if I could convincingly lead a guy on to buy an ass-load of dances from me when I am really gay and a REALLY bad liar. In fact, a couple of customers have called me out on being more gay than straight. And as much as guys fantasize about lesbians they want someone dancing on them only if they can imagine that girl wanting to fuck him. So sometimes I was screwed. But having a topless Daisy to look at all night was helpful in getting me to work everyday.

            I have to say I do not think that this is a good first job. The girls that have been dancing for 6, 7, 10 years, this is usually their first job and they end up stuck with it. Some of these tenured girls are smart and go to school for a career and pay for it by stripping. POWER TO YOU GIRLS! This is not a career you can do forever unfortunately. No one wants to buy a dance off of a 50 year-old, post-menopausal saggy-boobed, mid-life crisis. If a girl can to stick to this job,it is for about 10 years. So if you start at 19-years-old, like the age in the state of Arizona, you are probably going to be retired by 30. Exotic dancing does not teach you good cooperation skills with your co-workers, in fact it may be detrimental to some types of employment that rely on teamwork, instead of being individually competitive. Also, it is very hard to get a job after being a stripper in some cases. Some employers want to know what you were doing as an "Independant contractor".

            Unfortunately the youth at my reform school, including me were labeled as is "high-potential, underachievers". This means that we are the generation that was promised greatness, however we easily realized that we are ultimately powerless and our forefathers really had high expectations of us, it became difficult for people in my generation to genuinely succeed. We were offerred everything, modern medicine, technology, the works, and unfortunately the mistakes of the older generations. It also means that even though this catergory of young adults are very intelligent and have the means to do great things in this world, maybe we were stunted in our adult growth to keep us from achieving our highest potential, may that be the economy, our parents and uprbringing or our own personal insecurities. They told us we were the future, the innovators, and all that other bullshit they fed us in elementary school, one day thinking we would be able to fix all the problems they made while we were children. I was in 8th grade when 9/11 happened so the war started soon after. Slowly during this war our economy started to fail. "THANKS BUSH!" This led to our recession that we are neck-deep in now. Now in Arizona we have one of the highest unemployment rates in the country. We have one of the largest populations under the poverty line in Tucson and the housing is horrible right now too. So what is a girl to do in this hard recession....get good money taking my clothes off that's what.

            Also, the pop-culture influence since our generation started watching television and listening to the radio has shaped men and women alike but has definately affected women in what is attractive or not. Diets, plastic surgery, the types of men they should be attracted to, these are all some kind of general consenus on the female mentality. Alot of girls become dancers because they have dressed like hookers since they were 13 and they are used to this kind of attention from men. Maybe that is because they are exposed to it due to television and the net. Maybe they were abused. Who knows? But at this time, I do believe that there are a few core issues influencing girls today. The girls that are used to the attention; they use that ability to attract men at the club. I think this is awesome as long as you do it because you are confident in yourself as a woman, not because you crave the negative attention.

            An unfortunate reason younger girls end up as strippers and other parts of the industry is they are pretty much being pimped out by their significant others. I had a friend whose boyfriend would beat her and take all of her money. If she did not make enough money for his liking that day he would reprimand her and beat her. So an unfortunate truth but girls are also forced into this line of work. This is one of the only jobs where you can be your own boss! It's one of the perks of the job, yet even this is being taken away from women and they are thrust into the lifestyle until they can find a way to leave the abusive boyfriend/girlfriend.

            Lastly, the strip club is not nearly as taboo as it used to be. Parents go with their kids when they become of age, younger people are going and so inevitably younger people will be working. Sexuality in general is becoming less taboo. My view may be a little skewed since my view on sexuality became less taboo itself when I moved out of the Bible Belt. But more and more people, especially females are becoming more comfortable with sexuality, bi-sexuality to be more specific. But, on a Friday late night at Ten's I would be lucky to go onstage 3 times between 9pm and 2am. The numbers and the demographic are definately expanding. There are about 50 girls working at the same time! And now the strip clubs are definately feeling the recession because more girls are working so there is less money to go around. Less guys are tipping when they can have a pitcher and look at titties on the stage that they don't necessarly have to pay to see.

            So  Bad economy=more girls stripping

                  Bad economy=men spending less

                  More girls stripping=less money to go around

                   So we have guys spending too little of money to go around to the girls.

            It is not fair but thanks to the economy there are going to be plenty of girls working because they cannot get hired anywhere else. I think the economy is the biggest reason why younger women are getting into the industry but my other points show that there are multiple factors for young women, including me.

Panty snatchers, peeping Toms, and the Dick in VIP

     So it has been a minute since I have put up a real post and now that I am fully healed you will have some new stories hopefully next week, since I will be starting again this Friday. But for now you will have some funny stories from the past to laugh about. And I apologize in advance, I'm writing this on the fly.
     So there are some of these guys in strip clubs that come there and get hammered and I mean hammered! I came down from getting ready in the dressing room and saw Daisy sitting with this guy so I came over to say hello to her and check in with the DJ. Daisy had do go up on stage so she asked me to keep her customer company (and hopefully get a few dances of this guy). I talk with him a little bit, he oders me a drink and pretty much the entire time he is talking about his horrible relationship with his wife, and she calls him while I am sitting on his lap. (giggle giggle) This guy is already slurring his words he is so drunk. He seemed like a nice enough guy just drowning his sorrow in liquor and topless girls. So he buys one dance off of me and then I have to go up on stage. I do my set on main stage and go over to the second stage and by second stage I am usually too lazy to put my top back on for that set and just do the entire thing topless. (and the fact that I am usually very sweaty after my first stage) The only thing I am wearing is a red g-string. Well drunk guy comes up to me dollar eagerly in hand about to put it in my g-string when he pulls down the front of my g-string almost completely taking off my g to tip me. I stand up and cuss the guy out saying "You can't do that motherfucker!" or something along those lines. Luckily the security at Ten's is very good and not 3 seconds later one of the bouncers had him by the arm and said to him "You cannot disprespect our dancers like that!" Dude I hope not he got a nice full view of my snatch! I know its a nice snatch but its kinda taken....Needless to say he was kicked out of the club.
     So the next instance that sticks out in my mind of funny things happening at the club is the time I actually had a peeping tom. I had to pee so I scampered into the bathroom and I sitting there...by myself and I hear the door open and I look under and see these red basketball shorts and shoes run into the stall next to me. Now I know that this is not a chick, not even a butch lesbian. My radar would have gone off. So I look under the stall to see shoes...nope no shoes. So then I look up and I see a mans face looking down on me. Stupid little pee fetish boy.  So after I cuss him out he runs out of the bathroom into the guys bathroom and I walk out and find a bouncer and describe the guy and tell him where he went and I standing there laughing my ass off. The manager just looks at me and says "Well I'm glad that you are taking this ok." I told him I thought it was one of the funniest things ever.
     So this one is not as funny but it is something you should watch out for. The DICK in the VIP. So this guy had paid the DJ money to request a certain song. I happened to be the one on stage for this song so the guy came up to me and tipped me 10 on stage so of course I go see him afterwards. He asks right away if I want to go to the VIP I say yes. I dance 5 songs for this guy but its strange because he really only wants me to do the "hummer" on him. In the middle of the 5th song he whips his dick out of his pants and asks me to "suck on his head for a bit" I say "HELL NO!" Well I didn't say that I told him to put it away and that I would finish the song for him but I would go tell a bouncer if he did it again. I wanted my money and this is why you don't stack dances. I got my money though he was reluctant to finish the song but did.

So these are some of the guys you should look out for!

My new outfits for work!

My Stripping Origins-PART 2

So Part 2 eh...well where did we leave off. I was cornered by Daisy's ex-girlfriend when she realized that I was Daisy's new playtoy. So I was still very confused the next morning as to what I wanted to do. My roommate offerred to front me the money to buy a pair of heels and a couple of outfits so I could go audition if I decided to do so. However I always thought of myself as the girl who wished she had the balls (metaphorically speaking) to be a stripper. I always envisioned dancers as strong-willed women who knew exactly what they wanted and demanded it because they feel a sense of entitlement. They are beautiful and strong and get whatever they want, while I am usually very shy and indecisive. I also have a serious fear of rejection, something that you cannot show in a strip club. The girls will walk all over you and steal your customers under your nose, steal from you, give you misinformation and snitch on you at any given oppurtunity. The only advantage I had in this situation was the fact that I was friends with one of the most tenured dancers in the club. The other main quality I was lacking that falls in with the fear of rejection is that I have very little confidence in myself sometimes. But I do have to tell you girls (and maybe some gents out there) that dancing boosted my confidence higher than it has ever been.
    So I did (obviously) decide to audition. My roommate and I went to Fascinations where I opened my entertainer's account which gives me a 15% discount on all lingere and other stripperwear. I walk into the club around 3pm. One of the day managers who I did not know was working. I just told him that I had filled out an application the night before and talked to Andrew who said that he would hire me "on the spot". The manager again does a once over me and agrees. So scared shitless he shows me up to the locker room upstairs where I start to get dressed. I am sitting up there alone shaking horribly while trying to put on my 6-inch heels. By the way, I have worn heels once before in my life and they were short little 2-inch heels when I went to a Christmas formal in high school. I have never been that girly, I did not like wearing dresses. I was a tom-boy all throughout high school and the only reason I had "femm-ed up" was because of the last girlfriend that I had that liked to play "my-size barbie", and she had turned me into being a girly girl sometimes. So I'm sitting there shakling and this girl comes into the locker room and she is wearing this pink playmate outfit. She turns to me and sees me having trouble putting on my heels and in the sweetest, most welcoming voice she asks,
    [Bunny]"Are you new?"
    [ME]*shakes head vigorously up and down* "Yeah..."
    [Bunny]"Well my name is Bunny, do you want me to talk to the manager and see if I can get off of rotation and help you out?"
    [ME]"That would be amazing. I don't even know how to walk in heels."
    [Bunny]"Ok, when you are done we shall go together and talk to the manager if I can help you practice on the rickety pole we have up here."
    So I after a few minutes of fumbling, I finally get my shoes on and she shows me how to walk in my heels. I'm trying to cross my feet slightly as I walk without falling down and hold onto the rail on the stairs for dear life. I don't want to fall before I even get on that stage. She goes and asks Vincent the manager on duty if she can show me the ropes and tell me the prices, areas and whatnot. He does not see a problem with that. In fact the managers encourage the tenured dancers to take new ones under they're wing if they are comfortable. I was being asked to train new girls after I had only been there a month. Oh and by the way my roommate was staying for my audition dance and I felt awkward because he is a guy but comfortable at the same time because there was someone there that I knew. So Bunny and I go out for a cigarette to calm my nerves before we go back upstairs to try out the pole.
    The pole upstairs is a spinner pole that is not anchored at the top. Bunny tells me, "If you can learn to dance on this piece of shit you can dance on any pole." If you pull to much weight on the pole after a spin the base will actually shift and its kinda scary and the box you dance on is very very small. It's like 4 feet x 4 feet. Ridiculous. So she teaches me a couple spins up there, and then she asks me to wait for a good song and do a pole dance for her. I am so embarrassed. She wants me to dance, which is something I could not even do with my ex-girlfriend at a party unless I was drunk. I DO NOT DANCE IN FRONT OF PEOPLE. I had a traumatic experience as a 4-year old in ballet. We were dressed as elephants in tu-tus as the theme for the recital was "Under the Big Top" and we were supposed to run around in a circle on the stage and little me stands right in the middle of the stage, jaw wide open, staring like a deer in headlights, for the rest of the dance and then I just bolt off the stage. My grandmother made like 30 copies of the tape and sent it to EVERY living member of the family. Haunted me forever. So Bunny sits with me and my roommate and she asks me if I mind if she does some dances for him. I told her that he is not going to get any from me so I don't care. I down 4 shots of Patron before I get my skinny ass on that stage.
    I just tried to keep moving and a common mistake for new dancers is that they dance too fast and the customers get kind of overwhelmed but I kept thinking that if I slowed down the guys would see how bad I was shaking and not do well. Bunny came and tipped me first which made me feel alot more comfortable dancing for girls. It kinda got me started in my groove. I only made like $3 on my first stage but it was not that bad once I got started. My roommate kept buying me and Bunny drinks and finally Daisy gets there around 5 or 6 which made me feel somewhat more nervous because now this extremely hot girl is going to see me dance like a fool on a pole. She gave me some advice to slow down but I was still so nervous that they would see me shake.
    There was this 20-something boy with red plastic rimmed glasses sitting directly in front of main stage and he tipped me when I was on main stage for my second set and so I try to press down the fear in my gut and approach him and ask for a dance. He actually says yes!
    [HIM]"So how long have you been dancing here?"
    [ME]"Actually this is my first day."
    [HIM]"Really? You are pretty good."
    [ME]*blushes* "So would you like to buy a dance?" I ask as I try to put my arm around his shoulder I accidentally smack him in the face with my elbow, hitting him in the glasses. I am soooo embarrassed at this point but he and his friends just laugh at my clumsiness and I start dancing for him. He actually buys 3 dances off of me and I have seen him since then but I guess he only likes dances off of new girls because I have never gotten one from him again. Or maybe he is just scared that I will abuse him some more.
    I go smoke and walk into the bathroom and who do I see but a heavily intoxicated Daisy having a serious amount of trouble putting her top back on. "I just had a bottle of champagne in the VIP." she tells me. I just giggle as I tie her top back on for her. I come back in the bathroom about an hour later, as I have to break the seal again. As it was my first night I was drinking pretty heavily out of nervousness. I see her in there again and she is even more plastered as she had polished off another bottle of champagne with her customer up in the VIP. Again I help her put her top back on and watch her shuffle back up the stairs to the VIP room.
    I stayed until closing. And I made about $100 on my first night. No too bad I thought. I had already decided in my mind that if I don't make a semi-substantial amount of money that stripping was not for me. But I had so much positive reinforcement from my friends that my confidence had improved. And for a minute I did feel like that strong-willed woman that was entitled to the money these guys were spending. I AM WOMAN HEAR ME ROOOOAR!! My roommate had already left before midnight leaving me to work on my own. Daisy had already left to go to the casino for her and her boyfriends birthdays as they are like 3 days apart. I drive myself (a little intoxicated) back to my apartment on the north east side and once I pull in the driveway I decide to call up Daisy. Her boyfriend Ray picks up the phone and asks what I am doing. I tell him I had just pulled up at home. He tells me I should drive down to the Desert Diamond Casino and hang out with them for their birthdays. Impulsively I say YES!
    I go into my apartment though to tell my roommate that I'm heading down to the casino to meet up with Daisy and Ray and he tells me that I should not go because I am already pretty drunk. But since I am drunk and my mind had been made up. I put some clothes in my back pack and get back in my van and drive (very carefully) down to the other side of town to get to the casino.
    I meet them at the Black Jack table and Paul orders us some drinks and gives me $50 to gamble for them. After they lost the money they had on them and I was up $30 we go to their hotel room for drinks. Daisy tells me that she invited one of our mutual friends that also works at Ten's, Island. Remember the "falling strippers" post? So we go back down to the casino floor and wait near the bathrooms for her. Island passes right by me at the door to go into the bathroom and does not even recognize me. Daisy is at the sink and when Island gets out of the stall and starts washing her hands I come up behind her and kick in the butt lightly. She spins around finally recognizing me.
    [Island]"Syd?! I know her (Daisy) from work...How do you guys know eachother?"
    [Me]"Well now you know me from work too."
    [Island]"What?"
    [Daisy]"She works at Ten's now."
    [Island]"As a dancer?"
    [Me]"Yeah, its her fault." *pointing to Daisy*
    [Daisy]*smiles*
    So we make our way out of the bathroom. I see that Island is still dating the same guy. (who she is still with now, they are such a cute couple it kinda makes me puke in my mouth a little bit.) We all go back up to the hotel room and smoke and drink with Island and her boyfriend. Unfortunately they do not stay too long just a couple of hours. After they leave we end up back at the Black Jack table and for some reason I am having amazing beginner's luck. I had never been to a casino before, never gambled before and Daisy was more than excited for "popping my casino cherry". All of a sudden it is like 6 am and we decide that we want to go swimming. I do not have any swim wear with me. I was not prepared for that. Ray goes down to the gift shop and buy me and Daisy matching tank tops and shorts to go swimming in. We end up in the jacuzzi and me and Daisy just start making out and all of a sudden we are topless in the jacuzzi and Ray is taking pictures. I still have one of them. I love it, it makes me smile every time I see it. I will never forget my first time at the casino. Thanks Daisy and Ray! I am so tired and sore from the night before. Even though I was in flats I still felt like I was walking in 6-inch heels. And then I feel this pain on the inside of my thigh. Daisy pulls my jeans off to see a bruise the size of Texas. Her jaw drops. "What the fuck did you do?"
    [Me]"I don't know. Obviously I did something wrong but I was a little intoxicated last night and I guess I hit that pole a little too hard."
    She tells me that I am definately not going to work that day and calls the manager and tells him that she has kidnapped me and tied me to the bed. Not kidding! That was always her excuse for my bruises. "Tell them that I did that to you." Thanks Daisy. So it is like noon and we have not slept. Daisy is still running on energy drinks and I am passed out on the bed. They go out and gamble and I finally wake up a couple hours later when they come back in. Ray leaves to go somewhere, I do not remember where and Daisy starts putting the moves on me and we are totally going at it when Ray walks in. I just freeze up but she tells me not to worry. And then he starts taking pictures! I hope to god those are not on the net anywhere Ray! So I spent two wonderful nights with Daisy and Ray just having a blast at the casino. The afternoon after the second night I take them home to their apartment. And that concludes Daisy bringing me into the world of stripperdom. Thank you Daisy you have definately changed my life forever. And you too Ray. I will never forget you guys. Please stay tuned for more of my antics in the club. They only get weirder.

Prom, Balloon Vaginas and Molestation by Strippers

     So last night was the "2nd Chance Prom" at the University of Arizona. 2nd chance prom is a prom for the people in the LGBTQ (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans and Queer) community to go with the gender they wanted to go with, or if they never had a prom. I went with a girl I used to play with who is engaged to a guy and is pregnant. She brought one of her bisexual guy friends and my friend "Dyke" came with me as well. Me and Dyke were "single and ready to mingle." My date and I were reminiscing our old fun times together, and got a little...ehem close. *smiles* But the night got only more debaucherous from there. *smiles wider*
    So me and Dyke arrive at the U of A Student Memorial Union and wait for my date and her friend. They were a little late but we walk up this fairly large amount of stairs. I look at her feet and notice she is wearing 2 inch heels and saw her struggling and thought to myself [I'm so glad I decided NOT to wear my heels to this event. I just decided on a comfy pair of chuck taylors. The theme for the night was black and white (and rainbow) and somehow all four of us were dressed head to toe in all black.
    We walk into the ballroom entrance and sign our names down and ran into my gay friend that does alot of work for the LGBTQ community at the U of A. He used to work at the call center with my mom as well. I always run into people from InfoNXX at strange times. The ballroom was a little overwhelming, the darkness, random pulsing lights and Lady Gaga blaring through the speakers definately reminding me of Ten's. The entertainment was great. I ended up recognizing one of the drag queens. The gay fraternity did a wonderful show too. It was nice to be surrounded by people of the community and seeing girls making out everywhere.
    So around 10 pm my date and her friend go home and me and Dyke have not been successful in finding an afterparty. And as I don't have even my invalid id right now hitting up one of the bars would not be advised. So me and Dyke walk back to the car and smoke a bowl.
    "Let's walk down fourth and see if we run into anybody we know." Dyke says.
    "Everyone is here on 4th FOR the afterparty. It's only 10, its still early everyone is going to IBT's." I replied, but we ended up walking all the way down to Che's before something semi interesting happens. We decided to turn around and figure something else out to do with our gay themed night. We see this hippy, full head of dreads making balloon hats and animals and whatnot. And he has this orange ballon folded up and Jen just yells to him, "That looks like a vagina with a really large clit!"
    All of the people around the balloon hippy start roaring with laughter. It really did look like a vagina with a huge clit that pulsed when you played with the balloon right. So after talking to the balloon hippie we walked back to the car and she starts counting her money. She then just looks at me and says, "Let's go to Ten's!"
    Fuck! But I'm always down to go to Ten's. Never know who you're going to run into. So we get into Ten's around 11 pm. The place is packed! We can't find a table. I had to flag a waitress to find us a table. I ran into one of my ex playmates in the bathroom, who when I saw her onstage she has gotten really really good. A little sloppy and repetitive tricks and she needs to stick her landings more but definately good.
    Our usual night dj was having his last day at work today. He didn't ever like me much. But it was interesting to see how this place is evolving. Still so many new girls, especially on a Friday night when we could have anywhere 30 and sometimes 50 girls. They opened up third stage but that was not until about midnight. So my friend Dyke and I start drinking pitchers of beer, and had a couple liquid marijuanas. She is sitting and flirting with a dancer she had met when she was here before. I had tipped this kinda cute dancer who I thought was cool at first but...*sigh*. Never trust a stripper, especially one fucked up on percs and alcohol. So around 1 oclock this dancer comes and talks to me. And unfortunately this is how the conversation started.
    [Me]"So how long have you been working here?"
    [Her]"Well I've been back since December but I used to work here 3 years ago."
    [Me]"Oh so do you know ______?" (lets make up a good name here cause shes one of my favorite ex playmates...howabout Daisy.)
    [Her]"Daisy?" Yeah I know her, how do you know her?"
    [Me]"Well I used to work here and she and I had an interesting relationship."
    [Her]"Oh baby, I'm so sorry!" as she hugs my head between her breasts.
    I roll my eyes in her breasts so she cannot see. Great I think to myself, I've run into another one of Daisy's exes like I did the day before I started working in this club. I extricate myself from her grasp and take a giant unlady like swig of my beer and say I need to smoke a cigarette. She grabs my hand and says "I'm taking you out to the smoking cage." Again I roll my eyes as I'm already allowed to smoke out there. So we go out and smoke and she just starts spouting out "dirty secrets" about Daisy. And really for how dirty this chick dances I can tell you about it in a minute she should not have shit on my favorite dancer. And I've heard similar things about her before but its ALWAYS from the people who are jealous. Daisy really is such an amazing dancer, just so elegant and free flowing.
    We go back in and she has me sit on her lap and I just look at her and say, "I'm not working baby, you're supposed to be on my lap." So I pay for one dance up front. And she doesn't dance the way I like. It was hot and sexy don't get me wrong but after all the shit she was spouting about Daisy this girl might as well have been fucking me. She whispers in my ear "Let me know if I go too far." Isn't that what I'm supposed to say if I was that kind of customer....ehem "that kind" And her head is in my shirt, kinda tacky, her hands were down my pants...and she was not doing chair tricks. She was just sucking on my tits and rubbing my clit. I come to the strip club to be entertained. She asks me in the middle of the dance what drugs I do. I asked her what she does and she told me percs, I could easily see it in her eyes too. She was all half-lidded in the stupor of a heroin addict who just had a major shot. So after the prepaid song I got 2 more dances, $7 a dance, 3 dances=$21.
    [Me]"So how much do I owe you?" I ask this to test just how fucked up she is. If there is one thing I learned as a stripper, its to count songs.
    [Her]"$42"
    [Me] my eyes widen in disbelief. "For two songs? I paid you for the first one up front and then you did two more."
    [Her] "I know how to count songs. You got alot more than you're paying for."
    [Me] again...eye roll. "Hold on." I dish in the pocket for the money Dyke gave me and told me to spend. There's $14 dollars exactly. I apologized and then Dyke paid her the rest. She gets up and she had dropped the $14 I had given her on the chair. And normally I would not do this but I sat on the money and waited for her to get away from me and I put it in my pocket to give to Dyke. The girl was a judgemental Whore of a dancer, pointing out the flaws of who I think is one of the best at Ten's if not THE best. And when you put your hand in my pants and charge me like 5 extra songs that you didn't do. What the fuck! The girl is soooo fucked up she writes her number down for me twice! As you can see she is most likely not getting a call.
    So after we downed 3 large pitchers with Dyke's little date helping the club closes down and we go chill outside waiting for Dyke's friend to get out of the locker room. One of the dancers I used to work with calls me over and asks if I want to smoke some weed at her place. I tell her I'm fine with that. She's having the limo take her home. I've ridden in the limo a few times, its a really nice limo, and the driver is cool as fuck. He has helped me out in some crazy situations at Ten's. I tell Dyke I'll call her later. She knows if I don't that I'm having fun and Dyke seemed like her night would be occupied.
    Shortly after I get in the limo, my ex coworker, Storm tells me,
    [Her] "You know I always thought you were hot. Do you want to spend the night instead of calling your friend?"
    [Me] *grins*...just use your imagination from there.
   
  

"Don't feed the animals." or "Beware of falling strippers at your own risk"

       Ok. Now let us try this again. Unfortunately my computer likes to piss me off...alot. It just likes to randomly shut off while I feel like I'm rearranging my little virtual world here. And the facebook fanpage word I have never dabbled in. And trying to link blogger to another email when its a gmail account kinda sucks.

     Well to start this post off. I was originally planning on writing about "How I became I stripper." since alot of customers and friends like to ask me that anyway. However I had a different idea and I think that story will be a two-parter so you will have a light-hearted story about a stripper named "Island." (I changed the names for my friends protection as will all the dancers names be changed in this blogs. No stalkers .

      So I warned my friend about this when I started this blog. Im sure she still chuckles at herself for this but it happens to almost every girl. Maybe I can get her to post for me another crazy story she told me when I first started working.

     So I had only been working say...a month. Really really new and naive. Island I had known for maybe a year before I began stripping and she and I messed around a bit back then. I love strippers ;-). Anyway she had gotten to work the morning shift getting there around 11am. I didnt get to work until 1pm. She had a group of 3 IT guys, one of which I found out later with them had done some work for my mother when she ran a call center that I worked at here in town. This customer also knew a couple people that worked with my mom. Strange who you run into at the strip club. So I try not to sit with customers for hours but I was having such a good time talking with Island and drinking with these guys I didnt really care, it was kinda slow and these guys were buying dances afterall.
 Island had told me that she needs to "sip" her Long Island Ice teas because SHE IS A LIGHTWEIGHT. But shes kinda like me (and Im no lightweight) where one minute I'll be fine and the next minute and atomic bomb couldnt wake me up. So we were drinking and dancing with these guys and she gets up to turn around on the customer and falls over backwards cracking her head on the back of a table behind us! I thought the girl had a concussion. And shes such an adorable drunk too. Such a sweet girl. It'll have to be my my next post when I tell you my "Coming out into the stripper world" how I ended up running into her again when I started.

     I went to our manager who was working, Andrew. And told him I had to take Island home. I had my van back then as I was stripping and living out of it pretty much. I helped her into the dressing room which is upstairs.

OK WHY DO YOU PUT A DRESSING ROOM UPSTAIRS WHEN YOU HAVE HALF A ROOM OF DRUNK STRIPPERS? WERE ON REALLY HIGH SHOES WALKING ON CARPET HALF THE TIME. WE FALL.I swear there should be a sign at the door saying that the customer assumes all responsibility for strippers falling.
     
     So, I help her up and I actually have to dress the poor alcohol reeking girl, get her money together, tip out to the manager for her and take her home. I actually help her saint of a boyfriend help her get into bed. Fun times. So yes this is the first of prolly many falling stripper stories.

Frustration...and fatigue

Well due to me going crazy the beginning of this week and probably wasn't as responsible as I should be but I needed this. Im a little frustrated because I'm making the new page on Facebook for this blog. It's not done yet and looks a mess and I'm still starting this blog up. But I've really been lazy and in a weird mood the past week or so. The shopping splurge yesterday did lift my spirits but I still felt really physically fatigued...(not due to the drinking I'm sure!!!)

I'm also frustrated because now I lost my already expired identification card, which I needed to get hired at Curves. So now even that will be put on hold. I'm getting one from Open Inn soon so that will really help in the legal employment department.

So Yes!!! Soon to have a facebook page, so you guys can see when I post something new. Talks to you soon!

Douche Bag Custies 01

Im sure Il have more of these kind of posts hence the "01". I just  had this private client, the same as last nite. And I totaly felt like he was trying to one up me and just be downright rude and/or insulting. WTF am I supposed to do? I told him Il have to "bid him adeu", and he still didn't get it....now at home chillin with my friend the "bowl". STRIPPER LOVE!!!

New Blog Old Club

I just went to Tens Showclub last nite. I had a private with a regular and made splurge money. My roommate came home and I had $300 displayed on the coffee table. Called a cabbie and went to the club. I spent $200 at Tens! Balla! Twas a good night. Need to have more of these.


Neways...this is my 1st blog about stripper life. More to come as I work. Pls reAD