I love dancing, and meeting fascinating people, learning to hustle, getting cash in hand, working while drunk, seeing my coworkers tits. It’s a rush and honestly the best job I have ever had.

but…

last night was a night where stripping showed its best and its worst. Very Intense.

2 1hr dances with guys who seemed nice, but were sloppy drunk and purposefully swiped my pussy. 2 in one night! I got so mad at the second one. I was like, ‘Dude, there are only 2 fucking rules. Everywhere else in Australia you can’t even touch the strippers AT ALL. It’s not That Hard. You are already getting so much more than others, can’t you just respect the 2 boundaries that are in place?’

I felt unsafe and disrespected and dirty and afraid. It was more than the rule breaking. I have had that before. It was the fact that these men are not bad. They are ok. It’s after a few too many drinks, and seeing pussy that they stop thinking and just start playing games. Do they really think a Stripper is gonna let them finger them? I mean… really?!

It was the delusional comments like

“You are too good to be here, you look like a girl next door”

10 min later

“show me that pussy girl”

2 min later

swiping my labia.

And when I pull them up, they totally deny it. I was shaking with anger. It’s my pussy. I KNOW when it is touched d-bag.

Needless to say I ended the dance early and he cracked the shits.

Tonight is a footy game night, so there will be loads of loudmouthed drunkards. I’ll need quite a bit of booze to keep up and keep bubbly. Working sober makes the time go so slow, and I don’t hustle very well either. Plus it’s a Saturday. Gotta let go a little before a quiet Sun/Mon.

I went and had a pie after work. Cried in the car with gravy on my fingers. Listened to dubstep in the rain on the drive home, more tired and sad than I had been in a while. I didn’t even open of count my Wednesday night takings like I usually do. I just changed and cuddled my bf and then slept for 8 hrs straight.