You are worth more than you think! Just ONE kidney is worth $250,000 on the black market! :)
I want to stay soft but the world doesn’t want me to
Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.
Reality Check About Being A Stripper:
These are all the things that have happened to me in my 7 years of on and off exotic dancing:
- Guys have whipped out their dicks and rubbed them on me.
- My tits have been grabbed
- And my ass
- And my legs
- Guys have jizzed on me
- All of them assumed they just had to name a price to get me to blow or fuck them, like I had a set limit they just had to go high enough
- Was almost puked on, ran away
- The young guys don’t tip, EVER
- The old guys will pay but want to touch you EVERYWHERE and sorry when you see the money they are offering you want to take it.
- You have to tip the house and the DJ no matter how much you make
- There are drugs so easily available it will make your head spin.
- Don’t steal a regular from another girl even if you are a veteran that is punishable by death.
- Also it’s still stealing if he comes up and wants to buy a dance from you
- You will NOT meet your millionaire prince charming that way
- In 7 years of it, I met ONE attractive guy and he was painfully shy, only wanted to talk, never bought a dance.
- You will have stalkers
- You will be lucky if someone doesn’t assault you
- You will be lucky if security will give a damn about you if you don’t tip them
- You will be lucky to meet the minimum quota for drinks you HAVE to sell that night in order to work there (Or they take it from your tips)
- You will get yelled at on stage by the guys who will say horrible things to you and give you no money.
- You will have guys offer you a few bucks to show them your pussy
- You will have guys try to stick their fingers in you, and I mean everywhere, mouth, pussy, ass, you name it.
- You will have guys who want to touch and not pay.
- You will have guys that will promise you more money but never come through.
Anyone who doesn’t say any of this to you before you start is lying to you or isn’t your friend. I did it, I went through it, I saw it all and I did it all. I was addicted to drugs at one point. If you want to talk about a job where you work hard, are guaranteed NO money on any given night, have to stay up late, bust your ass to sell drinks which you see no profit from, have to tip a DJ who won’t play the music you want, and have to deal with pervert managers who assume you will sleep with them at any given time like they are doing you a favor this is totally the job for you.
Have fun but I beg you to reconsider your options!
Thanks for writing this.
I’m reblogging this for everyone who thinks this would be an empowering feminist sex-positive career choice that will earn you a lot of money.
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