"By stripping, you’ve taken the easy way out!"
In that case, I challenge you to enter a room full of men and separate them from your rent. Tonight. Within eight hours. Remember—strippers don’t get paychecks, and every dime you make must be personally hustled.
I challenge you to make this money while being only one among dozens of other attractive women hustling for the exact same dollars.
I challenge you to have the same charming conversation eighty times over the course of eight hours with increasingly drunk and nasty customers.
I challenge you to make yourself seem like eighty different men’s exact fantasy eighty different times in eight hours at $10 a pop.
I challenge you to work in a field where your very body is the product you sell, and yet still keep a loving self-image (among other things, I was recently told that my breasts are not “real breasts” because they are “small and ugly”).
I challenge you to listen to such misogynistic venom throughout the night that you find yourself clutching your steering wheel on the four a.m. drive home sputtering ” fuck you, fuck you” to the silent darkness of the night.
I challenge you to understand that, even though you’re socking away money so your family can have a better future—when the world finds out what you do, you are to them only a “bad mother,” a “bad wife.”
I challenge you to be a “dumb slut” in the eyes of the world when your heart is beating with brilliance and art.
"Taking the easy way out," huh?
I challenge you to be a stripper.
Late nights in the city. 💋
Put us together, how they gon’ stop both us?
What ever she lacks, He right over her shoulder
When He off track mami is keeping him focused
So let’s, lock this down like it’s supposed to be
The ‘14 Bonnie & Clyde, Her and He 💋
Super Sunday x French Quarter Fest 2014
Annd I promise promise baby…!