About 15 years ago, I was a dancer at a few topless clubs in my city. I did this to make ends meet. I had tried to get a career going during the recession of the early 90s, and it was hard, so eventually I started dancing, I was 27, almost 28 when I started. Within a few months, my Dad had walked in to the club one evening to have a beer, and I saw him sitting there. It was nightmarish and I have tried to push it back in my memory. A while later, I went to work at a different club. I looked out one day when I was on stage and there were 3 guys I went to high school with, sitting there at a table, having drinks. I freaked out and ran off the stage, and back into the dressing room. I tried to control myself and then went out to their table, and sat down. I just burst out crying right in front of them. To be honest, I was sort of an under-achiever in high school and I'm sure they were thinking "yeah, figures she'd wind up here". My feeling was "okay, whatever, you got me, yeah I'm working here so what". They were nice and even offered to leave the club, though, if it would make me feel better. I kept dancing because the money was good, but eventually, guys that I used to date would come in and see me, ex-boyfriends of my female friends would come in......now 15 years later I realize they probably remember I was a topless dancer. I don't know how to cope. In some ways I am ashamed, but I still do not feel there is anything wrong with topless dancing, its perfectly legal where I live, and I was working and supporting myself. I just wonder if anyone else has dealt with this situation - people you know coming into your club, when you weren't expecting it.


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