Sassy by name, Sassy by nature, I write to explode the myths which surround the lapdancing profession - standing up for the clubs, the girls and the customers. Its not always drinking champagne and playing with my tits - it can be hassle, hustling and hangovers. At heart I'm just a regular twenty-something posh cockney living in London who likes taking her clothes off...
on the UK lapdancing industry- and its ties with the sex industry in the UK in general.
As I mentioned a few posts ago, I was worried it may be harrowing stuff which put me off my profession, and you know what? It is.
Score of women have rolled up to give their two bob bit and I empathise with so many elements of their problems its scary. I’ll be posting a review later this week, but so far? It’s scarily food for thought….
I already feel worried enough turning up to strip – what if a manager or co-worker found out I had this blog? Would I be seen as a bad influence – a whistle blower? Would I get sacked? I don’t know if I am prepared to lose my job for a few scribbled down words. As regular readers will know, I don’t shit-stir, I don’t name-drop, I don’t moan in explicit detail about my nights at work, the guys I get naked for, the girls I do it for or the managers I tip out each night. I just generally try and use this as an outlet for my little pieces on the stripclub industry – hell, the sex industry in London in general – I am classed as a sex worker by the government after their ruling a few year back now – anyway, I just like to write on what it is like to be a stripper in London and my thoughts on London’s sex industry.
Still, the book Stripped: The Bare Reality of Lap Dancing
paints such a negative picture of exotic dancers and the attitudes that they are faced with that I am glad I have this blog, because in its own miniscule way I can be a voice for all the lap dancers out there who enjoy their jobs, who work in nice clubs, and feel that they are doing a service to mankind itself.
There, I’ve said it. I’m a girl providing a service of full-blown, 5 star entertainment. I’m a stripper. I get your rocks off. For money. So there.
Just please, if you are my boss, don’t figure out who I am and sack me. I’m not a dancer with a malicious bone in her body – my bones are rather flexible, and tanned and trim at that. I’m just a girl, who like anybody else, has days where she loves her profession pathway, days where she hates her job, but please don’t get scared by my stripper diary.
It’s as harmless as a single lapdance….. you can always have one… no1 will notice….