Crystal G said: I have entered the sex industry (yet again), and have decided to become a stripper. I made the audition and am dancing at 2 clubs now; 1 is pretty high-end, and the other a smaller fully nude club. The owner is this flirty but intelligent Romanian guy, who seems to have taken a special liking to me for some reason. Everybody at the club was sort of marveling at how fond he was of me.
Everybody at the club was busting their assess off cracking up, dying of laughter when I was telling them my background. "Where did you work before?" -"Um, I was a writer for a human rights group." "BWAAAAAAHHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHA... oh .... um... really? So what kind of stuff did you write?" -"We focus on human rights violations in Southeast Asia. For our latest project we corresponded with famous figures such as Nelson Mandela and Noam Chomsky to nominate lese majeste victims in Thailand for the Nobel Peace Prize." "Hurhurrr.. okay haha... whatever. So what do you study?" -"I just finished my bachelors degree in political science." "So why do you want to be a stripper? Are you okay being nude in front of people?" -"I was a nude model before. I feel incredibly comfortable in my own skin. Government work is pretty mundane. I need some excitement in my life."
I really should have told the truth: "Well hey, I've got to fund my exorbitant drug habit somehow."
I'm pretty sure (given their reaction), they thought I was lying about my history and making everything up.
Unfortunately, my boyfriend was not okay with it, and made me choose between him and stripping. I chose stripping. He can't tell me what to do, he doesn't pay for my fucking bills.
I got him to agree to keep having sex with me (no strings attached), which I'm satisfied with, because... well... that's pretty much all that he was good for anyway. I knew it wouldn't last because he was way too socially and politically conservative for my tastes and spewing the dumbest bullshit at all times.
He'd always be like, "I hate that gays can now be open in the military... DADT needs to go back into effect... bla bla... I hate female marines, I don't even consider them to be real marines. They can't do half the shit that we do and they always take advantage of the fact that they're female to get out of doing work. I fucking hate homeless people, they're the scum of the earth. God, I hate drug addicts. They just leech off our system and make babies. In the marines, we call people who test positive for drugs shitbags. You know why? Because they don't give a shit about anything anymore!"
I never felt like getting in an argument so I'd always tune out whenever he went on one of his rants and just focus on how hot he was. Then I'd just say, "Just shut up and fuck me." 
If I actually loved the guy and thought we had even a remote chance of long-term potential, I would give up the job for him. But when he says dumb, judgmental shit about homeless people, drug addicts, and slut-shames women all the time, it makes me realize that I will never be able to share my past or my true identity to him. He has no idea that he's been dating a fucking SLUTTY-ASS JUNKIE who spent her summer in rehab and then homeless.
Plus, since he is going to be deployed in February for 6 months in Afghanistan............. yeaaaaa, I just don't see things working out between us. I have a sex drive, and my sex drive has never stopped simply because my boyfriends were incarcerated in the state pen, hospitalized in rehab, or deployed overseas.
It's pretty funny. When he said that if I chose stripping he wouldn't stay with me, the first and only thing I said was, "You're uh... still going to have sex with me, right?" That's all we ever do anyway. It's not like the relationship dynamic is going to change just because the "girlfriend/boyfriend" label isn't attached to it anymore. Ridiculous. 
I gotta figure something out with my stripping schedule though... there's no way I can dance for 7 hours straight. Not when I start going into withdrawal during the 4th hour. Maybe I'll start bringing little capsules I can stick up my ass in the corner any time. 
I'm not a terribly great dancer either. I thought I was, but I can't even do a single pole trick! And man I am out of shape. I need to learn me some of these moves:
this is why i fuck with strippers n escorts.
They keeps it real and usually stay with an impressive stash that they just might share with u if they think ur cute enough.
god bless america
also that dude sounds like a militant douche
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