Friday, July 9, 2010

Let me just say that once upon a time I was a nude waitress. And occasionally a stripper. I am not ashamed of that in that, and wouldn’t change it for the world. The industry taught me things that a university never could, and I got paid 150 dollars an hour to walk around in high heels to do it. Sometimes I think we forget that it's not what you look at, it's what you see.

The first thing I learnt is that strippers are not sluts, and they most certainly are not prostitutes. Being a stripper doesn’t mean you’re lacking in moral fibre, it just means you’re comfortable with your body. End of story. Oh and most people seem to think that strippers are also hookers. I had many a comment like ‘Oh yeah, you guys would do anything for money wouldn’t you?’ Wrong. Every woman is different, and every woman has different standards and boundaries.

The second thing I learnt was to stay the hell away from drugs; otherwise they will ruin your body, your career, and your life. There was one girl I worked with. You could call her ‘loose’ if you wanted, but I just knew her as Rachel. She would do just about anything for an extra 50 dollars to support her meth addiction. That includes inserting baseball bats into all kinds of ‘places’ and shagging just about anything. Drugs will break your soul.

The third thing I learnt is that no father will accept their little girl being a stripper or a prostitute. Plain and simple.

The fourth thing I learnt is that you don’t bite the hand that feeds you.

The fifth thing I learnt is to know when to draw the line. I remember my first boss told me when I was first starting out that I needed to draw a line very early on. He said that within the first few months I needed to decide where I would stop, otherwise you can get lost. You start with the waitressing, going from skimpy to topless to nude. Then you start with the stripping, going from whipped cream, to insertions. Then you can venture into prostitution. Or take another door into pornography, soft core, hard core etc. The more doors you open the more money you are offered. And as you venture further into the industry, more and more doors open. You have to know which ones you want to leave shut.

The sixth thing I learnt is that some women are just bitches. There is nothing anyone can do about it and they are not worth your energy or emotions.

The seventh thing I learnt is that stripping it is not always their career choice. One of the older women who had been in the industry almost twenty years owned her own chain of gymnasiums. She was a lovely person, had an incredible body, worked harder that anyone I know, and was completely devoted to her husband. I have also known school teachers and lawyers that are secretly exhibitionists and strip by night. Most of the girls were intelligent uni students that spent one night a week working to earn $1000 rather than spending five nights a week working at a supermarket and not even earning half as much. This meant they had more time to study, and spent less time stressed about not having enough time to finish their assignments. Many of the girls were working towards a goal and it was the only way they could do it financially.

The eighth thing I learnt is to be smart with your money. If you want to feel like your time in the industry was worthwhile, don’t squander all your money. You want to have something to show for it when you decide to pull the pin, otherwise you will feel like you wasted your time.

The ninth thing I learnt is that you should never let ANYONE make you feel bad or worthless about yourself. You are amazing and beautiful. People will tell you your legs aren’t long enough, your ears are too big, your boobs aren’t big enough, and your hair isn’t blonde enough. That is rubbish. You don’t need to be big eyed blonde with DD breasts to make it in the industry. You need personality and you need to know how to work your best features. And that is all you need.

The tenth thing I learnt is that the marjority of bucks are more than happy to try to shag the stripper. I couldn’t believe how many men are cheating bastards. They’re about to marry the so called love of their life, but all they seem interested in is groping your arse/tits, and telling you they wish their wife looked like you. It sickened me.

The eleventh thing I learnt is that there is always one nice guy. At every bucks do. So please have faith ladies and gentleman. There are still some kind hearted, genuine men that will look into your eyes and not your chest. Even when you’re naked. Just make sure you’ve found one of these and not the other.

The twelfth thing I learnt is that strippers will tell you just about anything for money. They’re lying 99% of the time. You don’t know their real name. They’ve probably lied to you about the suburb they live in. And their day job. And countless other things.

The thirteenth thing I learnt is that many strippers live double lives and more often than not, their loved ones haven’t got a clue.

The fourteenth thing I learnt is that you do not let anyone talk you into something you don’t want to do. Don’t let anyone intimidate you. Stand your ground. The word is NO. Use it whenever you want to. It’s your body, and your life.

The fifteenth thing I learnt is that you can walk out of a job anytime you want. And if anyone tries to make you feel like they own you because they pay you, then you tell them otherwise.

The sixteenth thing is that strippers are usually excellent liars. If you lie for a living, you become very, very, good at it.

The seventeenth thing is the misconception that all strippers have ‘daddy issues’. Being a stripped does not mean that you have been beaten/raped/abused by your father. Nor does it mean you come from a broken home.

The eighteenth thing is the misconception that strippers have low self esteem. Let me tell you now that that is utter rubbish. Any sober woman that can walk out stark naked in front of 100 rowdy men has got some serious balls.

The nineteenth thing is that no matter what, people will judge you and think you are a whore. Strippers are taboo and have a tarnished reputation in society. It doesn’t matter if you’re studying Medicine and you’re top of the class. Most people will think you’re stupid and uneducated. But don’t worry, they’re ignorant and close minded because they’re judging an industry that they know nothing about. They don’t know you. And they probably don’t know a single girl in the industry.

The twentieth thing I learnt was to get out before it was too late. Too many women get addicted to the job. To the money. If you worked enough, you could earn as much as a Doctor. At the end of the day, going from $150 an hour to $25 is hard, but most have to do it eventually. Your youth won’t last forever.

The twenty-first and most important thing I learnt is that sometimes you will need to choose between your work and the love of your life. Not all partners feel comfortable with men seeing you naked for a living. And that’s okay. For me, love would always win the battle.

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