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Tragically awkward, even in hooker heels.



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A long-time friend was going through a financial rut and decided to go back to go-go dancing. One day, she brought over an extra pair of heels and tried to teach me how to walk in them. She effortlessly twisted around in circles, demonstrating what was, apparently, easy. When it was my turn to try, my ankles wobbled, my stance was stiff and uncertain and I felt like an enormous gangly stork. My type of sexy has always come strongly accented with tom-boy tones. I'm just not cut out for it. Just as well. I'm pretty tall already, hooker heels look kind of ridiculous on me.

by Wench in Six-Word Memoirs on Oct 18, 2012 | add favorite | T-shirt

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ba_miracle says,

That is what the pole is for...you just have to make it to end of the stage ;-)

Wench says,

The thought of me and a pole... It would go something like "Hey, guys. Yeah, this is really sexy. Aw yes. Cool, I'm trying to be upside down or something. Ow."

ba_miracle says,

You made me giggle. It is not for everybody. I didn't do much upside-down pole work. It was more of a slow, seething, steamy strut. (over 15 years ago)

accidentaltourist says,

Along the lines of "show up naked; bring beer", eh rabbit?

tcrog1020 says,

An old girlfriend was a men's club dancer, she came home with $2000 a month tax free... not bad, but that was long ago when a dollar bought something.

ba_miracle says,

The first night was wet T-shirt. I had quite a few shots of Jack Daniels before going up but suddenly felt stone cold sober and was practically frozen in the middle of the stage,
doing so badly that the D.J. was making fun of me. Apparently awkward also equals money. I wasn’t a standard beauty or even “girly girl” at the time, being a 5’4 pale redhead with a standoffish personality.
Over time my persona was a little more on the wicked side so being standoffish/seething worked well and that red hair (the same hair that got me teased endlessly as a girl) was a plus.
It was a “bikini bar”, family owned/ran so I really lucked out in that regard and was treated well.
Someone actually putting their hands on me wouldn’t usually end pleasantly for them.
I walked out with 380$ the first day, a slow Sunday.
Those years were like working inside of a cash machine but I’m told it’s not as lucrative these days.

Wench says,

I've got to say, there is definitely an appeal to the cash.

ba_miracle says,

Wench, you have incredible artistic skills. Not only your writing but I've peeked at the photos you've taken. I know times have been tough as of late for you but hang on to the current dreams you have (they're really good ones;-).

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