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I was a stripper for five years when I was young, from about 18 – 23 or 24. It was an eye opening experience and one I wouldn’t change for the world (except maybe saving some of my money). I don’t really believe in regret. I think everything you do – good or bad – makes you who you are and being a stripper wasn’t a bad thing. In fact, it was often a very fun thing. I met lots of people (some of whom are still my close friends) and, if I wasn’t a stripper, I never would have met Jared, my now fiancé (back then he was a kitchen hand then bartender at one of the clubs I worked at).
Nudity aside, stripping is a study of the human race. You meet people from all walks of life. People always assume you meet heaps of dickheads but I honestly didn’t. Sure, there were a few but not as many as you’d think considering the sheer number of people you meet. I found that most people were just shy or not good at talking to women. Of a weekend, it became more about fun and partying but the midweek vibe was definitely more about keeping people company.
The one thing that struck me most while I was dancing was that the girl who made the most money was never who you thought it was. As a newb, I remember worrying that I wasn’t the prettiest girl in the room. My breasts were small. I was brown skinned. A brunette, not blonde. I wasn’t even close to what I imagined everyone’s ideal stripper to be. Boy, was I wrong. Sure, looks are important but not as much as you’d think. The prettiest girls didn’t always make the most money, sometimes not even close. The girls who did well were confident. They could talk. You don’t keep a guy in a private show for hours and hours on end with your amazing dancing skills. You have to be able to hold up your end of the conversation (and sometimes both ends, if the guy wasn’t so great at it).
And don’t talk to me about sexual favours because Sydney has a very strict table dancing only, no touching policy (as in you’re dancing on a mini-stage while the guy sits on a couch and watches). Melbourne has lap dancing but the guys still aren’t allowed to touch you (for the most part, they often attempt an occasional leg or arm graze). Six of the seven places I worked at had cameras in the private rooms so you literally couldn’t get away with any hanky panky, even if you wanted to. The seventh place was a different story, you pretty much did whatever you wanted and it was up to each girl to decide what she was comfortable with.
Anyways, back to what I was saying about the popular girls. In some cases, you might look at them and think, “How the FUCK are they so popular?” Sorry, I know that sounds a bit cunty but it’s true. In an industry where most people assume you’re just a gyrating piece of meat on a pole, your personality actually has a lot to do with your success. Looking pretty will only get you so far.
And so it is with life, I think. Women walk a double edged sword. Society values our looks over all else but women that have that and nothing more are scorned. Women who have brains and no beauty are overlooked or pitied. Women with both are a threat (who can make a shit tonne of money if they’re willing to get nude – or just apply their skills and intelligence anywhere really). I’m not quite sure how I’ve ended up so philosophical when I started out writing a post about my stripping days but oh well. I’m going to quit while I’m ahead.
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The Likkleone 
Fascinating post as always Likkleone.
What’s inside informs outside far more than we are willing to admit.
I’ve met many ‘pretty’ girls who treat people like s**t and a glint in the eye and a particular smile makes certain girls sexier than any other.
I’ve never been one for strippers, because it’s that personal thing that make a girl sexy and my few experiences with strip clubs (an embarassing story for another day perhaps) haven’t shown me that.
Thankyou for a new perspective
You’re welcome. I love strip clubs. I find them so much fun, especially if you go with a big group and get heaps of shows, but I can see how others might not enjoy them. I also think my experience differs simply because I’m a female customer in a strip club. We get treated very different, especially when you’re part of a couple, as I often am when I go there.
I imagine if I were to go with my wife, it’ll be a very different experience.
Ohhhhh my god, it 100% would. So much fun.
Well my wife loves boobs too, which is always a positive.
Hard to shout at someone for checking a girl out, when you’re the one who told him to do it :p
Exactly and, if your wife isn’t too confident with the whole “you checking out other women” thing, she can pretty much rest assured a stripper isn’t going to snake her man because she’s quite literally just after your money. It’s a relatively safe way of exploring these things together.
I love, love, love this post. I always attracted to intellect, confidence, and kindness long before anything else (although good hygiene ranks up there pretty high, too).
It’s true, you might come for the looks but you stay for what’s inside. And if you stay for the looks, well that fades eventually and then what have you got?
I just love your refreshing honesty.
Thank you! I try not to censor myself if at all possible.
It’s good to be honest.
Oh I so loved reading this. I always liked dancing and really always had a desire to dance for other people’s pleasure. Alas, married the wrong guy the first time, he was so jealous of other men looking at me. Hated the clothes I loved, the ones showing lots of cleavage, the tight sweaters and the short skirts that showed my long legs. 12 years ago I joined Mr T who loves all of the above and other men looking at me. He took me to my first strip clubs, a partial nude one first, but watching him get a lap dance then him buying me one was really amazing. A few nights later we went to a full nude club, it was so awesome to see so many beautiful young ladies on full display and all having fun. I kept waiting for T to get a dance and I asked, ” what are you waiting for”?. He said, “one with the right personality”. Then he found her after a brief conversation, she danced and crawled all over him, I couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed it. Then it was my turn, she was great, personality, conversation wise and then it happened. She asked if she could suck my nipples. I said sure, in disbelief. It was so cool, by the time she was finished, there must have been a 100 people around our table watching us, I could see guys getting hard, that was such a rush, I was turned on but I was also thinking yes, I could have done this because I enjoy being nude don’t mind being seen nude, have the personality for it and …….ding ding…..get paid for it all !! Yeah a bit jealous here but happy you have the memories. 🙂
That sounds like a fantastic night, envious of those 100 people
I know, right?! Sounds awesome.
Oh it does.
Imagining it now
T is an awesome man. Yes the time there was excellent foreplay….he he
I’m sure it was, will bet there was more fun when he got you alone
Big smile here, what I didn’t say was it was my birthday too…..so I got whatever I wanted 🙂
And what else did you want on your birthday?
Oh now, you know some things are best, if left unsaid. 😉
Very true, some things are better left to the imagination
Oh, jealous men are the worst. I can’t deal with the insecurity. Mr T sounds like someone with the right idea. I loved being a dancer and I love going to strip clubs with Jared. It can be a sexy thing but also just a lot of fun, depending on what you want from the night.
Sounds like a very sexy night sassy couple.
Ahhhh….Vinny, for a bum man like you it was a feast for the eyes. Probably at least 30-40 nude dancers on the floor and stage at all times.
My idea of heaven then.
I’ve always really enjoyed going to strip clubs and I’ve also enjoyed take a female friend with me. They have as much fun if not more.
Vegas has 100’s of clubs, topless and nude. I’m not ashamed to say that I have been to lots of the topless ones and all of the nude ones!
Now at the age of 63, I not go anymore. I would be the odd man out. So I go to the kink clubs instead (Tee Hee) 😉
Haha yeah, I love strip clubs. So. Much. Fun. We were in Vegas a few years ago and went to one of the clubs there. We ended up in a private show til daylight with these two Latina chicks. They were hilarious (and gorgeous).