The naked truth in a clothed world.


rude men.
April 23, 2008, 3:34 am
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I’m really sick of rude men. I know I work in a strip club, I know it’s a breeding ground for them, but why do they have to be so goddamned obnoxious?? I’m not one of those booty-shaking dancers. I don’t shake my ass, I barely know how. I’m just learning how to do the thing where you use your quad muscles to shake your ass, but I dont do that thing where you squat down and shake it, I don’t do that thing where I kneel on all fours and shake it, I dont’ do that thing where you lay on your stomach, lift yourself up, position your crotch directly in front of the guys face and shake it.. I just don’t do it- it’s beyond my comfort zone- and being naked, I have all the authority in the world to declare my comfort zone.

Some drunk guy (who later fell over backwards in his chair- instant karma) said to me tonight, “so when you gonna shake dat ass”. I told him- I don’t shake my ass, I can’t do it . Of course, it was two-for tuesdays and I was paired with the best ass-shaker in the entire club. He thought I was joking with him. ugh.

I like dancing to rock music, slow sexy rock music, high energy rock music, weird ambient trip-hop music, reggae even, anything but RAP and HIP HOP, it doesn’t fit me at all. I like floorwork, crawling around on the rail like a cat, spinning around the pole and being cute. I will never be one of those ass-shaking, pussy in the face dancers, I just can’t do it. Good for them if they can do it, but I’m not one of them.

rant over.