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I miss my stripper days. I miss the freedom that came with it. I was young, firm, full of hope and possibilities. I was rich. I was living out of hotels, tour vans, planes with $$$ to burn on shopping sprees. The economy was decent 🛍 I loved to be in constant flow with life and not attached or rooted. I had roots to my family back home but I was still “free”. I still cried on the road seeing things upon my journey in times when my heart was touched or depression set in. I often found myself dreaming of having a family one day and a husband. But I wanted to taste life beyond a youthful marriage and an early motherhood of ignorance, so I chose college and stripping instead. I got my BA from studying out of a van only to return home to the university and take tests. I studied in -20 degree hotel rooms with frozen pipes. Two of my most memorable memories of stripping were stripping for soldiers who had just returned from living in the Middle East. They were so depressed most of them couldn’t watch the show. Some were injured 🤕 from being overseas and they were so disconnected from us and each other. Men usually respond to young beautiful flesh, but not these men. They sat in silence staring at each other drinking. Their indifference was beyond depressing. But another happier memory was the opposite. My fellow stripper mates and I decided to moon and flash a load of soldiers in succession along the highway. We stuck our asses and tits out the window of our tour van to a row of 5 or so military transport trucks on the freeway. By the time we reached the last two the men were ready for us as they had been contacted via walk talky that there were women flashing themselves on the road. They all started cheering for us and it made me happy that we brightened their day with laughter.
#stripperdiaries#stripperlife#memories#confessions#memoirs#feminism#pinkpilled#education#selfawareness#selfgrowth#ecdysiast#egalitarianism#military#militarymen#militaryboys#stripperconfessions
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this guy bought 3 songs w me last night and paid me an extra $80 to spank my ass and call me a bad girl and I enjoyed it AND got money 😈😈😈
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I have a tremendous amount of respect for prostitutes. Namely, because I’d make a terrible one. I had choice. Many women don’t. Women in poverty and in third would countries don’t have much choice. Women in prior decades did not have the choice I was given. Though I modeled and danced naked for money in my heart I never wanted to sell my intimacy. I didn’t like the idea of being someone’s bitch for a price. The only price I was/am willing to bargain on is their heart and unconditional love. If a man were to give me that I would be his bitch. I was always in distant business mode as a dancer. I never gave my number out I never did “special favors”. The most I ever made was $756 dollars in one night as a “clean” dancer. A man paid around $300 for my panties in Montana. He was an attractive man and I wanted to talk to him after and thank him; but he gave me $20 to “go away” so he could continue talking to his friend. After graduation just working a square job wasn’t enough for me so I went back to stripping. I tried dating but most men treated me as a sex object regardless of knowing about my stripping. In my years of depression & drinking I came close to prostitution one night because I was drunk and lonely. I started working for a fetish company which provided free alcohol for me. My drinking was out of control and I was pushing the limits of my mental illness with it. I lost my inhibitions/self control when drinking and I felt the dark presence of a demon within me that was growing into a malignant succubus. I felt no remorse until I was sober. I realized my drinking was changing my morals, personality and robbing me of my prudence. It’s why I don’t drink much anymore along with the experience of fighting with M under the influence and jumping out his window in a black out. I was developing a worse psychosis due to alcohol. But despite my sex work dabbling I was given the choice to go to school & educate myself at the university. I knew dancing was not something I could do forever. I’ll never regret my choice to strip nor my choice to educate myself. I only wish every women could educate themselves so they are not fully dependent on marriage or men for security. That is a gift now of modern women and modern times. We can “choose” to be a professor, stay at home mom/wife, scientist or porn star. It’s a beautiful thing.
#feminism#womensrighttochoose#choice#education#hoelife#adultindustry#egalitarianism#humanrights#stripperdiaries#workinggirl#streetwalker
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The weekend that I won't forget.
This weekend was to crazy as fuck. I got in a fight, and I lost money by missing work. I really need to get back on it these were distractions for what is really in store for me. I just need to get back on my hustle shit. This weekend will be better.
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