Hey, gorgeouses! It has been months, maybe a year even, since I visited, but I figured I'd stop and say hi, and maybe get some reassurance from some of you on this. I'll be 40 in January, and (coincidentally) it looks like my stripping days are behind me... and i am kinda sad about it.
A little history: I started stripping when I was 19 and worked full-time, solidly for 5 years, then quit out of the blue & joined the mainstream workforce, where I have been since. Got married, had a couple kids, etc. Over those years, I missed stripping, would dream about it at least once a week (still do, probably always will). A couple of years ago I got back into it, worked a handful of shifts at a couple different clubs and found a shell of what I remembered the experience to be like. There were no crowds, no tipping on stage (not foreal foreal) just deadness and a bunch of strippers sitting at the bar in hoodies playing on their phones. All this wasn't enough to discourage me. I just kept trying, looking for that awesome night I remembered being so common in the 90's... it just never happened. The whole mood was just so much less... celebratory? Because internet, I guess.
Anyway, I never felt like my age was an issue, as I was always making as much, or more than the younger girls on any shift...but $100 is just sad for a stripper. That's what I bring home from my desk job, plus insurance and 401K. But, odd as this may sound, there is something about stripping that feeds my soul...
I now have a bulging disk, and some neuropathy left over from an autoimmune neurological syndrome, that together cause at least a little pain everyday, sometimes enough to keep me in bed.
I still work out when I'm feeling well enough, watch my diet pretty closely, and take impeccable care of my skin, so I probably *could* get back at it if my old achy bones would let me... but there's more.
I live in an area where the clubs available are pretty much shite across the board, and recently, "my club", the one I loved and worked at in the 90's and now, closed down, out of the blue.
So, no decent club + fucked up physical ouchiness = time to hang up the clear heels for good.
This really, genuinely makes me sad. Sad for the state of the industry (at least around here), sad for my unfulfilled longings, sad for an end that seems to mark the beginning of middle age for me.
Sooo... pep talks, maybe? Ideas on how I can scratch that expressive itch that stripping took care of for me? I know my husband is so sick of hearing "That was such a great song to strip to..." TIA, lovelies, you always have such great insight.



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