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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

More strip club/stripper stories..and my 2 cents.


Stumbled across this article, my thoughts as they came...in red.



http://news.pacificnews.org/news/view_article.html?article_id=c59ecb297a167db0e886498658ed0451 Sayyadina Thomas, Posted: Jan 27, 2004


Editor's Note: News of nationwide crackdowns on the trafficking of undocumented immigrant sex workers causes a young writer to remember her experiences in a strip club, and the extra risks faced by immigrant women there.



SAN FRANCISCO--Recently I opened the newspapers to read about a bust of a brothel and its undocumented immigrant sex workers in a sweet-looking house in a residential neighborhood. It made me think back to my days as a stripper, working alongside immigrant girls in a downtown club. I have really only experienced this here in NY, not so much in Texas.

I needed money, and a girl I knew suggested we try stripping. She didn't want to go alone. I was just 17, but a brought a forged birth certificate.

For me, the club was a place to make what I thought would be fast, easy money. The manager warned if I couldn't make $400 a night it wasn't worth my time. I started work at 6:30 p.m. and got off at 2:30 a.m. About 20 other girls worked with me. It was really hard to make money at first because I talked too much and didn't work the customers to buy dances. Every stripper had to pay the club's house fee each shift: $100.If there were not a lot of paying customers, some girls had to go home. Very similar to my story, except I was the one convincing my friend, and the managers never sent girls home. If there weren't a lot of custies at least they could make money off of the girls. I worked with about 20-60 girls...average. Our house fees were around this, including tipping out. I also did pretty well from the start as I think most girls do, that is how they get hooked in. New girls always make more money...fresh meat.



I went into debt before I got the hang of it. When I started to learn how to manipulate the customers with my body I started making money, about $300 to $600, depending on the night. Other girls, the tall blondes with breast implants and the little, under-aged looking Asians, made the most money. Sometimes I saw girls pocketing $800 dollars. Again, similar, in our club back in mid to late 90's, less than 300 was terrible, average was 500. Amazing night was closer to 800-1,000. That's about 20 lap dances and four pole routines worth of cash.



I just wanted to get quick money, but I found out early that no money is that easy. First of all, stripping can be bad on the psyche. You analyze your body down to the tiniest flaw, finding fault with everything. You go from feeling good -- men are paying a lot of money to see you dance -- to feeling like a used hand rag, with everybody wiping their fetishes off on you. I stayed high a lot and I spent about a half of what I made getting my nails and hair done and buying expensive stripper clothes. I stripped for about six months. ahhh, yes.



This next bit, I can't relate to...A strip club is almost always a demeaning environment to women, and it is racist because every girl has to label herself. Blacks and mulattos are exotic beauties. Whites are American beauties. Once, a tall, willowy blonde pulled me aside to tell me that -- surprise -- her mother was black. She was Brazilian, but at the club she told the customers she was Portuguese. It sounded better than Brazilian and better than black, she said. It was rumored that some girls were prostitutes, but I never saw a girl in the club turn a trick. Me neither, although I have seen lots of girls giving hand jobs, one blow job, and lots of girls letting guys finger them and what not. At the club where I worked some of the most preferred customers were police officers, white-collar workers and firemen. One particular cop visited the club often for lap dances. He gave me a business card and tried to convince me to call him so he could pay to perform oral sex on me. ah, yes, they always wanted you to call them. I would give him the most expensive dance I could and casually tell him I wasn't interested.



Two Asian girls I worked with were illegal, and everybody knew the boss loved illegal immigrants. Since an illegal immigrant is a security risk, a club owner may demand that she pay three times the normal house fee. If she is popular and makes $600 nightly, she has to give $300 to the club. If she doesn't make enough money to pay the house she will most likely go into debt. The two Asian girls kept to themselves and talked to few people. They were prized at the club because they looked about 12 years old and guys really liked them. One small-boned girl with a classic straight bang haircut was no doubt one of the biggest moneymakers in the house. She had a mean accent and could barely pronounce English. Another stripper friend, a Central American, is a student at City College in San Francisco. She told me her boss had asked her to help him smuggle some girls from Central America to work for him. My home girl is an activist who brings money home from the club to her family because her father is a political prisoner and her family is in poverty. She turned down the boss's request. CRAZY!



I never got to know any of the girls intimately. We smoked an occasional joint together, but strippers tend to be wary of each other due to the competitive nature of the place. I do remember that a lot of girls started stripping thinking they'd make a few thousand dollars fast. Make money, enroll in school, find a husband, perhaps put a down payment on a house -- isn't that all part of the American dream? But in a strip club, especially if you're a foreigner, you can catch sight of the worst side of the American dream. Just like those sex workers in the pretty neighborhood house.

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Monday, January 7, 2008

Part Two of LA craigslist stripper rant..

See my commentary in RED. Here is part 2.


21) Hey cheap-asses: please don't come to my work. Just stay home and jack off to reruns of "I love Genie" instead. It will save us a both a lot of unpleasantry. ** Second fastest way to send a stripper away. Say, "hey can I have a 2 for one dance"

22) Stop asking me why I do this job and get all analytical on me. For the MONEY you moron, that's why. Duh. **I stripped to find the man of my dreams...HAHAHA!!!

23) No seriously, my real name is Vixen Blue. ** Why do you need to know my real name . You want to break me down, reeeeally get to know me? OK, the real me thinks you suck ....

24) NO, I will not take a dime sac of weed for payment. I can tell it's oregano anyway you sick mutherfucker! *** Hahaha. This never happened to me, but I did get guys who wanted to write me a check...This ain't the A&P honey.

25) Sorry, I don't do that. Ask the ugly girl with the overbite and the black roots over there by the bar. ***Lol..Funny though, the pretty girls usually were the naughtier ones. We just said, I dont do that honey, come back during the day shift.

26) It is not okay for you to bounce me on your cock like a baby on a knee. Not okay. **yeah...not OK.

27) Stop complaining about how short the song was. It felt like the fucking maxi-single to me. **oh boy, I love this gal. My favorite was guys who said let's wait for a long song. I wanted to say ok, lets wait till you cash your 401K.

28) Yes I will fuck you, but only for 10 grand. More if you're ugly. So basically, more. ** I once had a guy come in every week and up his offer by a grand. Really you wan to fuck me THAT bad? It was good for my ego anyway.

29) DO NOT come into the club looking for a girlfriend/date. DO. NOT. ** But then no one would come in. ....

30) I don't care if you're cute and/or Brad Pitt's stunt double. I do not give free lapdances. Cute don't pay the rent. ** This is why I hated when celebrities or semi-celebrities would come in. Sometimes the ones with the most money were the cheapest. They wanted free dances. Like I would be honored to dance for them. I don't give a f**k who you play football for, pay me.

31) Girls--what's with the pole smell? Can we do a little hygiene check? Nothing than worse than twirling around a pole and getting a whiff of stale pussy. **Eww...I am glad I never experienced that one, but ladies..here's a tip. When you come to the club to get a dance, just know if you can smell yourself..so can we..... ( i know, i know, i shouldn't say it, but that's awful!)

32) Girls--stop lip-syncing to the song you're dancing to on stage. Especially if you don't quite know all the words. ***YES!!!!! I talk about this in my classes

33) Girls--if your toes curl and hang over your platforms a la' Fred Flinstone, you need to go up a size. *Another thing I discuss in my classes. New shoes or shoe pads glued in the shoe. :)

34) Girls--drowning yourself in Angel perfume is just as bad if not worse than the BO you're trying to cover. **Hey.... I like Angel.

35) Hey DJ! You suck! **And I loved my DJs. They were always like a partner in crime. :) And the booth was always a safe haven from the assholes in the club.

36) Girls--may I suggest complete sobriety before getting tatted up? Tattoos should be meaningful, or at least semi-meaningful, or at least semi semi-meaningful. That fucking smurf on your ass is lame. **That's kinda funny...

37) Girls--some songs should not be stripped to. Please. No Disney soundtracks (you know who you are), Sade, Bjork, or Aaron Carter. PLEASE. **Whats wrong with Sade? I hated country music, but that's just me. But yeah , musicals..come 'on...

Thanks for listening. Vixen Blue

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Saturday, January 5, 2008

Live again lyrics....life of a stripper


I like this song....makes me sad.."sniff, sniff"

Ying Yang Twins - Live Again (Feat. Adam Levine Of Maroon 5)

[Intro: D-Roc]
I know what you go through
From me to you, I love you

[Verse 1: D-Roc]
From the nigga to the baller, never satisfied
So the money got you doing shit that'll fuck up your pride
You ain't a hoe, you just really trying to get by
Every day looking up at the sky
Sometimes, shit get so hard
It really have you bothered
First you sigh, then you cry
Up a whole puddle of water
Seem like this shit won't ever end
Merry go rounds to the whirlwinds
Waves turn to a hurricane
If you see joy, you got to see pain
Shit in the world ain't gonna ever change
Even when you die, it'll be the same
Now you due to them circumstances
Jars aren't counted so your forced to dance
Hoping and praying for a second chance
Just wanna put back on your pants
Walk out the club and throw up your hands
Tired of being disrespected by her man
Think this shit ain't right for you
Niggaz been yellin all night for you
Got in your mind what's best for you
Walk up to the club to tell them your through

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
She's stuck off in this little room
With nothing left to hold onto
Her life is in a little box
She's wondering will it ever stop?
The life of a stripper

[Hook: Girl]
I'm so sick and I'm so tired
Of these clubs, I keep crying
Every night, I wipe my eyes
Cause these years pass me by
I give up, I'm all in
My whole life is full of sin
This road is a dead end
I wanna live again

[D-Roc]
From the part where a child is torn from a mothers umbilical cord
No one really enforces that lifes gonna be hard
Which is kinda left up to the teachers
And the teachers leave it up to the preachers
the preachers ain't fillin' up the bleachers
It's the rappers
Sad, ain't it

[Verse 2: Kane]
It was this girl named Star, pretty fine little woman
Going to college, taking off her clothes for money
She gotta pay the rent, she got a little girl
Her baby daddy ain't shit, See what she dealin with?
But she gotta hold on (hold on)
Wanna leave the club alone (you dead wrong)
She gotta pay the bills but in the meantime
She like "fuck how she feel" living is real
So she back in the club again
Taking off her clothes again
Going to school, going to work, getting tiring
Lack of sleep but baby gotta eat
and these shoes on her feet
She got a test next week so she stressed
Ask god to give her a blessing, send her in the right direction
Her parents died when she was eight years old
And after that, she felt like she was all alone
But she got her grandparents and they raised her well
Keep going to school, take care of yourself
Getting hard, going to school and work in the club
And at the same time looking for love
She can't keep skipping for an occupation
In a minute, she'll be graduating
Make her wanna throw up her hands
Now she only wanna live again

[Chorus: Adam Levine]
She's stuck off in this little room
With nothing left to hold onto
Her life is in a little box
She's wondering will it ever stop?
The life of a stripper

[Hook: Girl]
I'm so sick and I'm so tired
Of these clubs, I keep crying
Every night, I wipe my eyes
Cause these years pass me by
I give up, I'm all in
My whole life is full of sin
This road is a dead end
I wanna live again

[Chorus]

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