Saturday, October 8, 2011

Oct 2003...

Every year as halloween approaches i remember the halloween i was a stripper for a day. Naive, young, barely holding on to an innocence i had lost the december prior; I had made the choice to take my clothes off for money. It wasnt spur of the moment, i thought i had no other option. In the weeks leading up to making that decision i had met with a few madames who didnt think i would have made a good call girl i guess it had everything againt me in that situation; because i had no car, no cell phone, no where to live really; because i was sleeping on a photographer's couch till i could find money. He was working a strip club pole work competition as their photographer to take pictures for their website, and i went along as his assistant. It was my first time in a strip club and i was so fascinated that these girls did so little and made so much money, and i guess my photographer friend just wanted me to hurry up make some cash so i could get off his couch, so he spoke to the guy managing the place and he told me i could start the next day. Thats how i became a stripper for a day.

1 comment:

  1. Wow. Sometime's we need an insight on what makes others do what we do. It's pretty awakening. I look forward to reading you other posts!

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