The naked truth in a clothed world.

It’s true. I lie. I get naked for strangers and I lie. I lie about menial things; where I was born, what I’m studying, what I did over the weekend- these things have little to no consequence in my opinion. I tell them what they want to hear, I adapt, I become anything and everything they are looking for, and they pay for what they want. Stripping is honest. I know it’s been said a lot, and shot down even more, but it’s very true. Those who say it’s just a cop-out are kidding themselves.

I recently looked up a couple acquaintances from high school on the interweb and was pretty stunned at the current state of their lives. One, who I was very close to and I lived with my freshman year of college, is working at Hooters. She is intelligent, better at math and science than I ever was, and always demeaned my idea of going to audition at the stripclub when I would complain about my minimum wage job. Now she’s working at Hooters.

Hooters is worse than a stripclub, worse than ANY strip club could ever be. The decor is atrocious, orange spandex does not belong on anyone’s ass, and those tacky oversized christmas lights are equally as offending. I will admit, before I made the plunge to work at the titty-bar, I applied at Hooters and was accepted. They require a month or so of working as a Hostess for minimum wage and a very small fraction of tips, before you can be a full Hooters girl. I didn’t really want to work at Hooters, but if I was going to work at Hooters I wanted to work the tables right away and make money, not hang around in the ugly white diaper looking shorts that preceded the traditional orange spandex. I was scheduled to work and never showed up. My ex-roommate apparently loves it. I’m speculating that it has something to do with the free hot wings and fried food she gets to eat, as she’s almost completely carnivorous, a 5 foot tall twig of a girl who never gains weight but manages to eat more than than a football player. She claims it’s fun, and I’m sure it is, but she’s still perpetuating the lies. Hooters welcomes families to come in and eat its factory farmed chicken wings and saturated fats laden french fries, with a side of tits and ass. Despite the blatant sexuality, my roommate still maintains that her job is moral and better than stripping, but I disagree.

I get naked for strangers. I take their money. The exchange is simple, they want naked girls and company, I want freedom. Money equals freedom to me, as an extremely tenecious 19 year old girl living on her own with huge goals, positive manifestation can only go so far.