My Night at the Strip Club

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Let me tell you, nothing screams "Mama I made it" like working at a strip club post college. In all honesty, strip clubs can be extremely successful for both the owners & the workers and I am in no way bashing the industry. I personally find "taboo & sexual" topics to be quite interesting and in many cases strippers make obscene amounts of money for their work.....so before you exit your browser - while on lunch break - at your shit job - that doesn't pay you for having a beating heart tits - hear me out & subscribe. 

ဖ As I was saying, homegirl was broke curious so I decided to try out the strip club....as a server. #adulting I know. I had found a Craigslist post advertising for dancers & servers so I replied to the email and sent a few photos of myself over. I can say with certainty, that the interview process for a strip club is nothing like applying for a 9-5. Instead of struggling to pick out clothes that covered my body, I was searching for clothes that said "hoe" but not "whore". 

ဖ Side note: for always being naked, I had a hard time debating whether to strip, to which I ultimately decided no. Maybe it was that I still struggle with my body image at times or the fact my only moves would be sliding the down the pole like a stick of hot butter. Regardless, the notion of being paid for being naked was enticing but not enticing enough. Because lezbi honest, no one wants to pay to see a wall & my tits would be no exception. 

ဖ Anyways, I got the serving job because #whenyoudieahoe is real and opens just as many doors for you as someone who isn't. Fast forward to my first night on the job - I was nervous. Even though I wasn't going to be stripping, I was going to be immersed in an entirely different atmosphere than the one I was used to. The dressing room looked like someone had shit glitter, queefed perfume, and unpacked Forever21's lingerie section all in this 12x10 space and all the girls were prepping for their time on stage. 

 ဖ I'll skip the part where I talk about the men & my encounters with them because as usual, they ain't shit, and instead talk about the women. The belief that strippers have perfect bodies & faces is definitely a lie but yet each stripper was mesmerizing in her own way. I envied their ability to, in essence, not give AF. In this space, it was just them on stage, expressing themselves as they danced to the beat. Despite public opinion, these women were empowering and strong & I myself desired to have their confidence. Even though the strip club scene wasn't for me, I came home with a new found sense of pride for the women out there who don't let their work define them & are in love with themselves. For now, I would cross this night off the bucket list & continue down the path of not "adulting". 

 xoxo 
- MeideInChina

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