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Sunday, July 12, 2009

Another day in the life of a stripper interview..and my 2 cents

Diablo Cody, before the big time.


Brook Busey-Hunt seemed to have it all. A college degree. Two loving parents. A job at an advertising agency and a supportive boyfriend.
So how in the world did she end up on the stripping pole?
In her words, boredom. Lol...yeah, isn't that why we all turn to stripping? She was 24. With her Catholic upbringing, she had never been on a motorcycle, gotten pregnant or thrown a drink in someone's face.
She was a drag.
So on a whim, Busey-Hunt decided to sign up for amateur night at a strip joint in Minneapolis. While she didn't win, she was seduced by an adrenaline rush she had never felt before. She continued to strip, eventually giving up her day job at an advertising agency to strip full-time.
"I think that for some people just doing the amateur night was enough to fill their curiosity," says Busey-Hunt, who writes under the name Diablo Cody. She grew up in Chicago and moved to Minneapolis for a man she met on the Internet and later married. "I became addicted. It was liberating for me."
Busey-Hunt, now 27 and a TV critic at an alternative weekly in Minneapolis, recounts her year dancing on the pole in "Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper" (Gotham, $24).
The book chronicles her adventures in the sex industry, with such intimate details as why clubs are kept cold (customers like it when strippers huddle together)I feel it's because sweaty guys are stinky and hard nipples look good. But yeah, WTF? Always SO COLD! I think it is because we were all half naked. and why strippers who wear white make more money (good girls wear white).
"There are a lot of books that go into the melancholy of stripping," says Busey-Hunt. "I wanted to write almost a traveling guide, where people could read it and almost have fun in the adventure."
Still, in the end, she thought stripping devalued women. She answered a few questions to explain how her walk on the wild side turned into its own kind of drag.

Q: Sounds like this was more about rebellion than needing the money.
A: It was definitely rebellion. It was a huge adrenalie rush because I wasn't accustomed to it. I think more people tend to get addicted to the money and freedom as opposed to the sheer rebellion of the act. I feel it was both for me. I never did well with the white-collar, 9-to-5 profession. I was in a career downward spiral when I was at an age I should (have been) advancing. I was able to ... do something fun.

Q: I have always wanted to know this. Do women really become strippers to put themselves through medical school?
A: No, I think that's a common misconception. It's a fantasy perpetuated by a lot of strippers. I met very few girls who were actually using the money to further their education. They were using it to survive. Sad, but true.
Q: Were any of them hoping this would help them launch a singing, dancing or acting career?
A: Most of the girls were pretty jaded and not that starry-eyed. I think they knew that kind of dream was impossible. The biggest dream was to meet a rich guy and get out of the business. That happened once in a blue moon. True. I think you live in the moment there, I don't remember thinking about the future a lot. That was probably my biggest problem.
Q: Do strippers sleep with the customers?
A: It's not terribly common, but it does happen at every club. You might want to convince men it may happen to lure them into the VIP room. I only know a handful of girls who were actually prostitutes inside the club. Yep, just make them think that juuuuuussst maybe you will.
Q: You say you failed as a stripper. How do you measure success?
A: I was always a pretty low earner. I was never able to propel myself into the upper echelon. I am not a natural-born stripper. I am a geek. I think there are women who have this amazing innate geisha, where they can talk to men and make them feel like pampered creatures. I think a lot of times my personality was challenging to men.
Q: What happened on the day you decided to stop stripping?
A: There were 10 or 15 girls working, and they were going around asking, "Do you want to dance? Do you want to dance?" It seemed so sad. It was a miserable scene. I thought to myself, "I don't want to be a part of this, where we're almost robotic." I saw the power struggle right there in front of my eyes. It's really my essential problem with the entire sex indutry. Women are not appreciated as much as they should be. Women are really treated like meat. Wow. Yep.

HER CUSTOMERS:"Most of them were married or total loners who had a lot of difficulty getting dates. I think they were there because they were disempowered in regular life. Going to a strip club enables them to get some of that power back." Yep.
MOST SHE EVER MADE: $800 in a night, which was low, considering some women brought in $3,000 to $4,000. I don't remember the most I ever made, but it was never over 2k.
BIGGEST SURPRISE: "I think stripping often gets portrayed as a glamourous profession. People look at strippers as being pampered and making thousands of dollars. When you get to see it from an insider's angle, it becomes apparent it's hard work. It was some of the hardest work I have ever done." Amen!

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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Confessions of a Teenage Stripper...(a day in the life) and my 2 cents

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

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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