I have been raised well with plenty of food, a variety of clothes, and comfortable shelter. I have morals- I really do. However, the definition of morals has always been a question mark for me because everyone seems to define them to be something different and for myself they have always been changing as I grow. Stripping does not seem immoral to me, though it seems immoral to my sister. Stripping is an art to me. I have not even done it yet but I am highly inclined to doing it. I have watched strippers with admiration and no one knows I have; my family and my friends do not know this. Simply watching a stripper perform has made me feel free in a way as though someone has attached wings on my deepest feminine portion and propelled it to come soaring out of my body. Upon hearing from a stripper that she has another profession outside of stripping and performs this task undercover, I became even more inclined to stripping.
I am not a social reject. I have friends. I have company. Stripping is different though. I would strip to capture those around me just as that stripper captured my mind, body, and soul, or similar to how meditation captures and heals me in daily practice. She healed me that night and for the next several months I kept wondering how many more souls she possibly healed after that night as well as how many remain addicted to her due to past healing- she is a savior in a way deemed to be immoral in society.
Stripping is not immoral. Stripping is gutsy, feminine, and healing. I would strip and do it with the same confidence that she did. She looked at me in the eyes and walked with her chin up in the air- not completely. She tipped her chin upwards as to show the world that she is not bowing down to society because of the stereotype imposed against her simply because she is not wearing clothes. She stared at everyone in the eyes intimidating them. I mean, I could tell they were intimidated! They were looking at her in awe, admiration, surprise, and several other expressions. She had completely captured their attention; she had them hooked onto her and they were not just men like typical society members say. There were women trying to stare back at her with equal intensity like myself but we couldn’t because we did not have the skill that a stripper has- we were aching and there with a purpose of some sort and she was in control of the entire scene as well as us.
She was in control of all of us. She was in charge of the stage, her hip churning, body slithering against the floor like a snake, breasts bouncing as she strutted, thighs jiggling as she stomped, and even accidental laughter. She was in charge of our eyes twinkling, blinking eyelids, licking lips, exchanging glances, genital flushing, mental momentary presence, temporary peak of happiness, everything. She was of a high class- just like I am. I am of a high class. I am going to already accomplish a lot in my life because my goals are high and I am an over achiever. I mean, this would just be something small like a hobby on the side. I am like her, aren’t I?
She couldn’t be touched by anyone. She could only be seen as she healed from a distance. However, just as a good doctor could go to any extent to heal a patient, she went to a great extent to heal. She removed all her clothing, she reached the highest portion of the pole or acrobatic instrument available to perform her stunt and impress the entire audience. She was beautiful. She was a stunner. I, too, feel beautiful and stunning when I picture myself in the shoes of a stripper engaging in the exotic nightlife. They say it is not as glorifying as it looks and there is a lot of sorrow and pressure in such lives. Yet, knowing this, I will go enter this life despite having everything with me. It is worth it, I feel. Having that chance to own a platform to yourself is worth the challenges to be faced along the journey because every journey has obstacles; I really want the night so I would face the day. I am not forced due to money restrictions or other challenges. I am fascinated. I have a stable job with a wonderful degree in the medical field. Yet, I will do this. I will remain anonymous to the world and heal in a new way undercover. Stripping is not immoral. Strippers bandage wounds for every person there; if you are there, you are on the same moral boat as the stripper and no one needs to know this except you.
~ The Lady