after the fact (stripping)
People often want to know how stripping and escorting affected me. I think I have enough distance from both to be able to begin to answer the question. Since stripping came first, this post is first.
The immediate effects of stripping were obvious: crippling knee problems, back aches, secondhand smoke, plenty of firsthand smoking, too much drinking, constant colds and coughs. And because I was never a good hustler, the constant rejection ruined my self-confidence. I was just too real in the clubs, too much myself. I never built the armor some other girls seemed to have. Of course, I also met plenty of girls who had the same problems I had. Stripping is not a job for everyone. (In escort work, my realness was an asset, not a liability.)
On the plus side, I was in great shape without having to work out and my skin was perfect all the time because of my constant care. I was the master of small talk, could out-dance anyone in a regular nightclub and learned a lot about music and rhythm. I loved having my daytime free.
I went right from stripping into escort work. Still, some things from stripping stay with me.
- Realm, the perfume I wore during my four years of stripping, still means “work” to me, even though it’s a great scent. (Men always loved it. I tested other fragrances but none got the visceral reaction Realm did. It works for me.)
- I’m only now beginning to able to take a shower without thinking “work.” There’s a lot of difference between taking a shower for hygiene, for work, and for pleasure. It’s been hard to separate work from everything else.
- I miss StripperPower.com and Elle’s adventures. If anyone knows where she went, please let me know.
- I can do anything in heels, although I prefer platforms. I’m quite at home in plastic shoes. I know how to properly walk in heels, probably better than in flat shoes.
- I’m no longer fond of pantyhose or stockings. I prefer bare legs with my heels.
- I’m not afraid of false eyelashes and I know how to use them.
- I know how to highlight my body with makeup, if need be.
- I know the art of tan lines.
- I can still outdance anyone in a nightclub, although I generally prefer to give lapdances to my partner in a dark corner. It’s fun without worrying about the law or money. And I know things that they can’t possibly teach in any strip-dancing class (like how to get a guy off through his pants without using my hands).
- Lapdances generally don’t make me horny. It’s always a competition with myself to see if I can improve. I’m judging my skills and their effect. It’s still a work attitude, but now with a different reward.
- I loved pink as a little girl, but outgrew it. As a stripper, I renewed my love affair with pink and it hasn’t ended yet. I also fell in love with marabou.
- I don’t like hanging out in nightclubs on a regular basis. Don’t care for overly loud music. And I don’t consider strip clubs to be a fun night out. Yet…
- If I am out, I feel right at home in any strip club. But I always judge the place as to whether or not I’d work there and how much money I might make. It’s hard to view it as entertainment.
- And there’s absolutely nothing wild or “naughty” about going to a strip club. Another common social taboo ruined for me.
- I overtip bartenders.
- I order simple drinks.
- I dislike all these no-smoking laws springing up all over the US, even though I’ve stopped smoking. Smoking, drinking, music and nightclubs just belong together.
- I still have my work clothes and shoes. You never know. Even though they’ve been cleaned repeatedly they still smell smoky.
- I still spend ones ($1 bills) first. And I still keep paper money in a certain order.
- I can eyeball a stack of bills and accurately determine how much is in the stack, even with mixed bills. I can weigh a stack of bills in my hand and know how much is there.
- I still have work-related nightmares that involve me in a strip club, trying to bring drinks and give dances at the same time to customers that I can never find. It’s one of my stress/failure dreams.
- I’ve met many men and heard many stories. I’ve also developed my own system of racial profiling based on my experiences in the clubs. It ain’t nice but it seems to be true. Other girls have noticed the same behaviors I have.
- It took a long time for me to stop judging men I met (outside the club) as to whether or not they’d spend money on me in the club.
- I still get waxed regularly.
- Every chance I get, I nap for exactly two hours: 3-5pm. That was my naptime every day for four years and it’s still my naptime. I don’t need an alarm clock, but I can’t get up before 5pm either.
- Going back to my natural sleep schedule and eating three meals a day put weight on pretty fast (combined with not dancing for seven hours a night).
- My body is thoroughly done with alcohol. I don’t drink very often. When I do, it’s rare to have more than two drinks.
- I noticed I felt a lot sharper when I stopped stripping. Was it the more natural hours? Or the lack of drinking?
- Although my legs and butt still have a semblance of their former shape, nothing beats dancing in high heels as a lower body workout. Dancer legs (whether stripper or not) are the most beautiful legs.
- For a few months afterwards, I couldn’t get to sleep before 3am, no matter what. Drove me nuts because I was getting up early.
- I can count to really high numbers in multiples of 20 better than most people.
- I know how to properly use liquid latex.
- Within a month I’d lost my stripper’s knees: the roughened skin on my knees from crawling around onstage. It was freaky to feel my smooth kneecaps again. I spent hours rubbing my own legs the first few months after I quit stripping.
- If I want a truly sexy swimsuit, I go to a stripper store. Why bother with anywhere else?
- I’m extremely conscious of the light around me, as well as my body position.
- I have dozens of different walks, all with different effects. However, they all require very tall heels.
- I still find notes to the DJ in my CD cases.
- Listening to a song night after night (often 2-3 times a night) for years, is the true test of whether or not a song is any good. My opinions: I loathe AC/DC and hope they all die a painful death. (I would rather listen to “The Thong Song” over and over than suffer through a single AC/DC song.) Van Halen is next on the list. KISS doesn’t fare much better. Boston and Journey should stay out of the recording studio. On the other hand, Def Leppard made quintessential stripper music and I think Whitesnake’s “The Still of the Night” is probably the sexiest strip song ever – provided the dancer is flexible. Ricky Martin makes extremely danceable music. Traci Lords has a couple of good songs too. The “Lady Marmalade” remake is terrific. Type O Negative has several sexy, woman-worshipping songs. There are plenty of others, but this will do for now.
- I never danced in a nude club. I really wish I had because I wanted the experience, at least once.
- I learned a lot about champagne, both cheap and expensive. I’ve been expanding on that knowledge ever since — with great pleasure!
- It was somewhat insulting to learn how many men think “stripper” is another word for “prostitute.”
- It was even more offensive to learn how many men think “stripper” is another word for “drug dealer.”
- On the other hand, I learned that if I didn’t like the conversation or if I didn’t like the way I was being treated, I could get up and walk away — never having to see this person again. There’s always another man in the club. Men are not a precious commodity.
- And I’ve learned that I don’t have the freedom to walk away in the “real” world. I can’t accept that. If I can set my limits in a strip club, why not out of it as well?
- I learned to never ever let a drink out of my sight, nor to drink from a pre-opened bottle of anything (except from behind the bar).
- I learned that I am not epileptic and that I can keep my balance on 7-inch platforms in pitch blackness with a pulsing strobe. It’s a skill, of sorts.
- I learned that strippers are completely expendable and interchangeable as far as club owners are concerned.
- I snort with laughter every time I read a book by a former stripper who claims she never did any of those nasty things she saw other strippers do, or that she never went home with a customer (paid or unpaid).
- I hate anti-sex work activists who non-consensually victimize me for my job choice. Stripping was not the best job for me. I’ve described it as “soul-sucking” and it was. I bet working in an office for four years would’ve also sucked the soul out of me and I would’ve had computer-chair-butt instead of stripper-butt. Stripping isn’t a perfect job for everyone. Neither is it something to be demonized any more than any other job.
Of course, this list is my perspective. Boyfriends might have other input.
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This was a really interesting read, Amanda - thanks for sharing it.
Ian
Ian,
Glad you enjoyed it.
It took about two weeks to come up with the list and I still come up with little things every day. I’m surprised with how much the job impacted me, but then, ask me in four years how I’ve been impacted by starting a publishing company.
XX
i know what you mean i love stripping i tryed to leave it one day it did not work so im back but this time im bein more of a courtesan rememberin my training
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This is one of the best blogs I’ve seen.
William,
Thanks!
I’ve considered re-naming it “The Most Underrated Blog in the World.”
XX
I have been in the industry for 3 years,It seems like yesterday was the first time i walked in to a strip club.I started dancing when i was 19 and now being 22 I am in a different part of my life than when i started . I love the hustle the energy you get from the stage and who does’nt mind the attention from every man in the room It has been 1 month since i have been on stage and a miss it every day.
Lynn,
Thanks for your input! Sounds like you were someone who thrived on stripping. There were a lot of things I liked about it, but the negatives outweighed the positives for me. Everyone is different.
Are you going to go back or have you moved on and just miss it?
XX
Pick should always be a girl’s favorite color, no matter what! Amanda, I read your book and reviewed it for Spread. I loved it, you are an amazing person and I love to read your writing.
Inara
Inara,
Thank you — all the way around!
XX
PS: Long live pink!