Yes: I'm Only Happy When it Rains by Garbage. Indeed, it does make me happy when it rains on me on stage... it'd make a good segue for the DJ, wouldn't it? Read in that stereotypical, oddly consistent carnival-barkeresque DJ patter that they all seem to do: "Nowwwww every body, this is ELENA on stage ONE! With I'm only happy when it RAAAAAAAINS! Let's make it RAAAAAAAAAAIN! Tip the LADIES!"
No, but I totally wish I could pull it off: Lotion, by Greenskeepers.
I am thinking of bribing the DJ to play "Goodbye Horses" by Q. Lazzarus, but I'm afraid nobody would get the joke. It's one of those gambles: either I will make NO money, or I will make a TON of money off it.
About Me
- Elena
- I dance under the name Elena. I'm a stripper with the requisite heart of gold, shoes of PVC, and hands full of Mighty Grip. I'm also a graduate student trying to reconcile rapidly approaching grown up responsibilities with my desires to enjoy the hedonism of my youth.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
First post: so we begin here.
I started stripping a little over five years ago in a shitty Baltimore club. I needed the money. I quit a year and a half later to focus on graduating from college. I didn't miss it; I was burnt out. Three years later, I moved to Atlanta for graduate school, and somehow felt the inexorable draw of the stage and the pole again. In April of 2011, I found myself at the Dekalb County Police Department. $300 later and a permit in hand, I was officially reborn as Elena.
I recently picked up Lily Burana's memoir of her days as a dancing girl, "Strip City: A Stripper's Farewell Journey Across America". Then Diablo Cody's "Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper". I'm not writing this to give a different view - Burana and Cody both get it exactly right. I do think they were a bit hypercritical in their approach though - sometimes it is okay to enjoy a job in the sex industry. They seem to constantly feel the need to justify why they, as sheltered and middle class "good girls," had "gone bad." (Maybe not - I get the feeling that neither of them regret dancing... I suppose it's more for the audiences' benefit.) This is not that kind of blog. Or maybe it will be, I don't know. We'll see where this goes.
I recently picked up Lily Burana's memoir of her days as a dancing girl, "Strip City: A Stripper's Farewell Journey Across America". Then Diablo Cody's "Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper". I'm not writing this to give a different view - Burana and Cody both get it exactly right. I do think they were a bit hypercritical in their approach though - sometimes it is okay to enjoy a job in the sex industry. They seem to constantly feel the need to justify why they, as sheltered and middle class "good girls," had "gone bad." (Maybe not - I get the feeling that neither of them regret dancing... I suppose it's more for the audiences' benefit.) This is not that kind of blog. Or maybe it will be, I don't know. We'll see where this goes.
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