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More power to you.

1213galAs dancers, it’s easy — at times — to feel like we are powerless. Often times I feel like we are donkeys from Disney’s Pinnocchio movie, with the evil stage coach master corralling us and keeping us prisoner to dance and perform on their terms. Let me elaborate:

At my club, I find that leaving for the evening is extremely stressful. When I ask “Mom” or “Dad” to leave for the night, I find it difficult to hear a simple “Yes.” The other night, a Tuesday, I had been there since 6 p.m. and it was after midnight when I asked if I could leave. It is worth noting that at the end of the most recent showtime, I had collected less than $10 — a mere pittance compared to what I am usually tipped during showtime. I asked Mom if I could leave, and she asked what I had made during showtime, and I told her, along with how long I had been there. She said to me, “Well, I feel like there is still money to be made out here. Let’s give it some more time.” I obliged, and I went through the evening for nearly 2 more hours and only had two other private dances and a few dollars in stage tips (it was a very slow night.) Feet aching and back sore, I walked into the dressing room to find Mom. “Can I leave now? I really am not making money out here,” I asked. She took a deep breath and said, in an extremely irritable tone, “Oh shit, I was hoping I would buy more time. Yeah, I guess you can go.” Prompting me to offer an, “I’m sorry, I’m just really tired,” to which I received no response.

Shadowed figure: "Dance for me! You can't go home! DANCE!"

Shadowed figure: “Dance for me! You can’t go home! DANCE!”

I shouldn’t have apologized! She made me feel guilty for wanting to leave! Part of the massive appeal of this job is the fact that we as dancers are free to make our own schedules, to arrive when we feel is best, to make our money, and to leave when we are ready to. Unless there is a predetermined shift or schedule laid out, it is no business of the club owner to dictate when I can and can’t leave. It causes me to feel extremely anxious and panicked when I am told that I am “not allowed” to leave. I am sure there is some deep rooted psychological explanation for my hatred of feeling trapped, but either way, this is America and I should be free to leave a place of business when I please. It makes me feel small and helpless when I am contradicted.

However, it is in these moments that I must remember, I am far from powerless. In fact, the dancers are the ones who hold all the power. Not only are we the ones responsible for the success and vitality of the club in which we work, but we are the sole proprietors of our own self employed business. Men (and women) come to us to shell out their hard earned or easily acquired cash. It is their loneliness, their sexual desires, their hunger for wanting a woman to tell him he is attractive or unique or special that propel them to come to a club and pay for this affirmation. Even the less lonely ones come to a strip club to gaze upon a select group of women for their own enjoyment, or for entertainment, or to find a dirty stripper who is willing to do “extras” for them off the clock (a sickening and grotesque thought, but it does in fact happen. Never with me; not on my life.)

The next time I feel trapped or panicked or in need of escape, I will remind myself of this power I possess, and what I am there for: financial security for myself, for my man, for my education, and for my future. And I will get back up on that stage and dance with every ounce of power that is in me.

-Bad Vixen xoxxxxo

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Fake it till you make it: fake eyelashes

Every model and dancer knows that no makeup routine is complete until you’ve applied the final touch: fake eyelashes. Falsies have the power to make your eyes look bigger, sexier, or more catlike depending on which pair you choose. The trick is to choose a pair that looks the most natural while still adding that extra “oomph” to your eyes. Here is the pair I swear by:


Around $3 at any drugstore.


Some occasions call for more over the top lashes like these, but that’s a topic I won’t go into now.

When applied correctly, it is nearly impossible to tell that they aren’t natural.

The secret lies within the spacing between lashes that mimics nature’s own lash pattern. Too many falsies are thick and lush, yes, but too often they are all one equal length giving them an almost rectangular look. Glamorous, but nowhere near natural.

I also recommend using a clear, brush on gel eyelash glue rather than the goopy white glue that so often comes with the lashes. My favorite is by Andrea:


Available at drug stores and runs about $6.

This formula goes on smooth, not tacky, and dries clear. Unlike the white glue, you can see the lash band through the gel, allowing you to accurately place the lashes as close to your natural lash line as possible, further enabling you to obtain as natural a look as possible.

Finally, remembering to use an eyelash curler is a plus. The steps I use for the perfect falsie application is curl lashes, apply mascara, apply false lashes, and curl lashes again. For an added bonus, blast the lash curler with a blow dryer for 4 seconds before curling; it will allow the lashes to maintain their curl longer.

Here is a picture of me wearing the above mentioned lashes:



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“What was it you said you do for a living?”

Hello readers. Image

As you may have guessed from my soul-baringly open last post, my job path has shifted from that of the girl behind the desk with an occasional modeling gig to full fledged exotic dancer.

It is a temporary position until I can replace my totaled car and pad my savings account a bit, and an option I turned to for a brief moment in time as a 21 year old looking for an escape. At the time I was in a fractured emotional state and in addition, I found it extremely hard to keep up with my 8 a.m. day job after working well into the night, but now at 23, as I make the difficult decision to go back to school, I have decided to exploit this business venture and milk it for as much money as it is worth while I can.

The shifts at the club are physically exhausting and it is emotionally challenging to talk to dozens of strangers throughout the evening, however, it is very financially rewarding and for that, it is worth the odd schedule and the tension it sometimes creates between my boyfriend and I, or the occasional disapproval of friends.

ImageI have prefaced my future posts with this new bit of information in order to explain the inevitable shift in tone that my blog will take. I will focus on the pros, the cons, the pointers and warnings of being an exotic dancer. Whether you are curious about the inner workings of a strip club, a brand new dancer looking to make some money on the side, or interested in making a career from stripping, I hope that my posts can clue you in to the good, the bad, the ugly and the glamourous points of being a stripper.

Thanks for reading, and enjoy.

-Bad Vixen xx

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