I know that I posted this in another thread, but I really want to know if others have the same paranoia about how men are underneather their mask of good behavior, and I doubt a lot of people have the patience to go through 13 pages. Forgive my bandwidth whoring.
I don’t think that a lot of strippers hate men, but we are extremely aware of what men are underneath their everyday masks, which makes us paranoid. Face it, people act differently in situations, like with friends vs. with a guy that you have a crush on. In a strip club, we see men who feel no need to give us the slightest courtesy. They assume that we don’t have feelings or shame, that we were created specifically for the purpose of kissing their asses while they slap ours. I’d be lapdancing a man with a wife and three little girls who’d ask me for a BJ and grope me. A guy who’s known on campus for being a sweetie called me a slut and yelled at me to beg for the dollar. I’ve almost been raped in a club that had no bouncers and a pervert of a boss who got me to do stuff b/c I didn’t know any better. I’ve been groped by “bouncers” who promised to protect me. These men are our laywers, teachers, nurses, husbands, boyfriends, cops, brothers, fathers, etc. What are they like underneath, free from self-consciousness and fear of being labeled as a pervert? Given the chance, would they rape a teenage virgin and make her lick the blood off his dick? Is the fear of being labaled a pervert the only thing that keeps them from acting on perverted impulses? You know what the #1 excuse is that they give for groping? “You really can’t blame me,” followed by “flattery” of how gorgeous you are or how you deserved it by seducing him. That’s bullshit unless you have an extreme case of Tourette’s Syndrome. Another thing that pisses me off is the line, “I can’t help it.” I was almost raped by my high school ex while making out with him. He started shaking and started forcing me to kiss him while taking off my clothes. He then started crying while still doing it, claiming that he didn’t want to rape me but couldn’t control his actions. Again, that is bullshit. I’ve lapdanced hundreds of guys who, despite me grinding and breathing on their (decent!) erogenous zones and almost driving them to spooging their pants, managed to keep their hands on the sides of the couches.
Another thing is the male friends who betray our trust. I stripped in a college town, so word got around. Many of my male friends who found out would approach me sexually in some way, whether it was jokingly asking for a lapdance, requests for freebies, or a slap on the ass. It’s a true test of friendship. True friends acknowledge that you are the same person, that stripping is not a part of your personality, and that you don’t grind strangers’ dicks OTC. Rejects will assume that they have access to you, and that they can drop the courtesy of treating you like a person. I could go on forever on these rejects. Most of them claim that they’re chivalrous, that they could never disrespect a woman (this often alternates with whining that women treat them like shit b/c they don’t have backbones). One ex-friend even went so far as to justify his requests by analogizing it to, “If I had a doctor friend, I’d ask him for healthcare advice. Likewise, I asked you to share some of your services (Advice is one thing, I’d give ADVICE on stripping, I’m not a charity whore.)” He even told his mom that I was a stripper, claiming that he wasn’t going to lie to her (Did she ask you point blank if I was a stripper? NO. I am a student and a nurse, not a stripper). All in all, true friends know that you strip but are not a stripper. Rejects see you as public pussy.
I do not hate men by any means. I am blessed to have a wonderful boyfriend who hated the fact I stripped, yet supported me with everything and never judged me. I sometimes lash out at him, which I feel terrible about because he’s been nothing but good to me. I will marry this man. I’m still healing from the shithole club that I started out at, where the boss would turn down the music so the “bouncer” could have a more peaceful nap. I’m seeing a shrink. All the same, when I meet a person- male, female, adult, teen- I can’t help but wonder when they’re like under their conscious masks. This is a distant cousin to the “former fat kid’s paranoia (are they treating me like a person b/c I’m skinny now?).” I’ve realized that the world is not a nice place, and that people can be wolves in sheep’s clothing.
Does anyone else agree with this paranoia of how people really are, namely men?



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