Written by Linda Mains
OK, I want to defend those hard working strippers out there in never-never-land. Look! I understand all those hypocritical-assholes out there, in their phony-baloney-world, whom believe that strippers have a stripper-mentality. Look! To all those A-holes; "it's a job!" It's only a job, and for the most part, it's an underpaid, long hours, slave-based job. Where weirdoes can touch you, and attempt to fondle you, until the wee hours of the night, or in some clubs…the morning.
Now I was a stripper for over 12 years, and if I don't have that "stripper mentality," that douche-bags that have never been in our profession, are so judgmental about; a biz that they have never worked in. Stripping is a hard...emotionally draining, and is a stressful job! Where some very crazy, head-cases, are allowed to work. These places are the types of places, which you'll have to watch your back the very moment that you step out on the floor, and the very moment you walk through the front door, or into the dressing room. When I stripped, I had gotten into a lot of fights while stripping. One fight I actually started, and the other three fights where started by other crazy strippers. I was attacked by 4 members of a Mexican girl gang, that my boss thought, was a great idea to hire. I sued and won! Why? Because the bar-tender, pretend security guard, just sat there and watched me get a really vicious beat down. Until the manager of the club, came out and punched this wanna-be dude in the face, to get this bitch off me.
I was also in a fight with my black friend, over a comment that you never make to any black woman. I told her, that her extensions looked fake, and couldn't she afford better ones? I was attacked by a chick that said she saw 6 feet chickens standing next to the telephone. I wound up punching her in the chest...she had a bruise for weeks. I was hit by a transsexual in the head with her purse, I just stared at her and didn’t even blink, and she ran out of that club in a hurry. I also had a chick whom was a stalker, who was jealous of me, because, I was older then her…and she believed in her delusional mind, that because of my age, I should look like a sucked-up, old-bitty.
All in all, stripping sucked...but the one thing about stripping that really bothered me was the easy access to any drug while working there. Most strippers have a drug dealer on speed dial. You can contact these guys, to deliver you anything at any time. Now that sucked! Then you had the clean, judgmental strippers, whom should have been Christian chicks, and not strippers. They made everybody's life hell! You also had chicks that thought they were supper models. They were supper irritating, and usually made everyone else's life, that worked there a living hell as well. Then finally last but not least, you had the prostitutes, whom took over most of the clubs, once the cops started cracking down on prostitution in California and in Las Vegas. Prostitution ruined the strip club biz!
Once these stupid bitches started turning trick's in the clubs, customers stopped coming to those clubs. Then the customers expected all the girls, to do the same, as those stupid prostitutes A.K.A WHORES where doing, they wanted all the girls to turn tricks! So unless you gave hand jobs and or blow jobs...you weren't going to make any money while you worked there. That's when I said, enough is enough...and quit the stripping game. Stripping was supposed to be a hustle...the customers where never supposed to hustle us!
I've been out of that business for over two years, and have no desire to ever go back. Yea, I get the: you got to pay your bills, but, I don't understand…young, hot, women, selling their bodies, to the lowest or highest bidder. Prostitution is out of control in California these days! My mother told me a long time ago, that the very worst thing you could ever do, was to sell yourself to some sleaze ball. These girls say, that they are OK with prostitution, but, if you talk to them, and see the look in their eyes…you'd know that they were lying. Most of these women have sad eyes, because secretly, they know that they have given their bodies and their souls, to the highest and lowest bidders. So that some disgusting piece of shit, could violate every part of their bodies...I believe that looking in the mirror at yourself after doing something like that…must be a very difficult thing to do?
Many strippers have become cheap whores, and yes many of those women, have that stripper mentality, but I’m no whore, cheap or otherwise, so I don’t have the stripper mentality. Yes, I know what it is, and yes I've seen it myself. The stripper mentality is a self-defense move, so that that particular stripper can live with the bad, bad, cheap things, very cheap things, which she has had to endure and do, to make a living. While knowing that, she'd have to give a cut of her ill-gotten money, to the greedy strip club owners, which she works for. I realized two years…or maybe it was a little bit before that, that prostitution in the strip clubs would ruin that biz.
Another contributing factor to me leaving the strip club biz, was the fact; a close friend of mine was set on fire, like a human torch while working at a strip club I had worked at. She ran into the club on fire, fell on the floor, and was put out by another employee that worked there. She was in the hospital for 5 or 6 months, and will never look the same again. The bitch that had set her on fire, got life in prison, but like my friend said, she will be scarred and disfigured for the rest of her life. So because of prostitutes and crazy bitches...I really didn't want to strip anymore, and haven't wanted too since. I mean if you have to suck dick, to make money in a strip club, you are not a stripper…you my friend are a "cheap whore!"
I don't have any type of stripper mentality! I survived that job, a job that has taken many of my friend’s lives. I have seen drugs and the needle, kill many of my closest friends, all because they chose to become strippers. By the grace of God, I have escaped the clutches of drugs, and all of the pit falls that could have fallen on me, simply because I choose to strip. I'm one of the lucky ones, and I realize this...it's a job, that takes souls and lives. On the bright side, stripping helped me raise my son, who I had no financial help supporting, because of his dead beat father. I had no choice, and was forced into that soul killing job. Would I suggest that other women become strippers? Hell no! Why? Because prostitution has ruined it, for all strippers here in California!
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