My Past Life Experiences

There are so many of my past life experiences that are very unusual and quite different from the normal person. I would like to relay most of them to the world for anybody who would like to read about them. They are enjoyable and light reading. They do not require a lot of concentration. What is magnificent about them is the fact that all of them are true. There are so many that when I start to write about one incident, three or four other ones come to my mind. I feel that I could write continuously about these experiences.

Walking By Myself Alone at Night in Detroit...

The first time I danced in Detroit, Michigan as a stripper was an eye opening experience that I had not expected; but I did adjust to it. The burlesk theater was downtown. Late at night, the only businesses open were the theater and a little restaurant next door. But the restaurant closed before the theater; so when the theater closed, everything was desolate and bare - nno traffic - or people.

The first night I worked it there - after the show - all of us on the show walked out of the theater. Everyone went their separate ways. I was left alone on the street in front of the theater. It was dark and desolate with nothing around me but big buildings - closed businesses. I decided right then that if I am going to be afraid - I will not be able to work on the road.

I just took off walking to my motel which was only about six blocks away. But they are long blocks when you are all alone on the big mean streets of a big city at night and the dark sound of silence surrounding you.

If someone would have attacked me, I would have been at their mercy. It would have done me no good to even holler because no one was around to hear it. I was really scared; but I knew I had to get through the week and hope that I would live through it.

I had no protection at all such as a gun or knife. Later on in my burlesk career, I learned to carry a knife or ice pick up my sleeve ready to use. Also, a hot cup of coffee to throw in the assailants face if attacked. I, also, tried to program my self to be ready all the times for an attack; so I would better be able to protect myself if attacked.

But no matter how prepared one is - when the actual time comes - that is the big test. A person can say what they would do if attacked but might be too scared to do anything.

When I worked in New York City in Time's Spuare, I was never afraid to walk on the street at night because there were always people on the streets. If someone would have attacked me, there would have been a chance for me to holler for help and maybe get help.

I had to take a lot of chances with my life when I was on the road. I am glad I lived through it all and hope I never have to take chances like that again.

Al Baker Told Me I Could Not Work Another Theater...

When a stripper worked the Al Baker circuit, he did not allow her to work for any other burlesk theater. Strip clubs were alright but not burlesk theaters - something to do with the competition.

One of the times I was in New York City working for Al Baker at the Roxy Burlesk Theater on 42nd Street, I heard about a burlesk theater around the corner that paid $300.00 a week. I decided to check it out.

It was different from Al Baker's theaters. One act was a live sex act with a man and woman. One dancer stuck her high heel inside her. At times, men would ejaculate on the stage. One dancer was complaining because one time she slipped in it. This was a lot different from Al Baker's theaters where no one was even allowed to touch you. But with all this at the other theater that paid $300.00 - no one was actually allowed to "touch" you either. But I put all the negative things about it aside because I needed the extra $300.00.

I was booked at the Roxy for one week with Al Baker; so I thought if I could work at this other theater for one week, it would really help. I went to see about the job. I asked to speak to the manager. I told him I was looking for a job for one week. He said "Doing what?" I told him I was working at the Roxy Theater for one week and someone told me I could make $300.00 if I danced here this week. He later told me after we became friends, that he thought I was applying for a cashier or cleaning lady job. Whenever I was not on the stage bare-assed naked - but with my clothes and glasses on and my cross-eyes glaring out, I looked completely different.

He told me I might not be able to handle the rough way of dancing in this place and for me to take a look and decide if I wanted to do it. This is the act where I saw the girl stick her high heel shoe inside herself. I needed the $300.00; so I figured I could handle it for one week. I told him I could do it. He gave me the job and saw that I was more than a cleaning lady or cashier when I hit the stage.

I worked there a couple of days when I got a call from Al Baker telling me that I could not work that other theater because it was against his rules. I told him I needed the money for my kids. This always melted his heart with him because he knew I was telling him the truth. He respected me for raising my kids and spending all my money on them.

He told me that he knew I would use the money for my kids and not give it to some man or use it for drugs or alcohol. He told me it was alright to work there for the week.

I told him, "Thanks!" - and I really did appreciate it. But he knew as well as I did that I could not afford to give up $300.00 - and that I would not. I was a good, dependable employee. I knew he wanted to keep me and I wanted to stay.

I am glad he told me O.K. Because my stubborn - bullheadedness would have caused me to work there anyway. If he would have fired me, I would have really been in a mess. But it would not have been the first mess or the last one that I got in and then survived. But I am glad he said, "O.K.".

Different Roads to Finding Your Spirit....

I think it is imperative that each of us find our own true self - our own true spirit. All of us do not reach this level on the same road. We all take different roads at times. Who is to say that one road is better or worse than the other? The road that is right for one person may be wrong for another. The end result is what counts. A person might cook rice differently from someone else. As long as it is edible the way he or she likes it; and it serves as a good nutrition value, who cares how it was prepared?

The road I took to find my true spirit and to come face to face with it was quite an unusual road. When I became a stripper, this is the road I traveled that led me to enlightenment. I discovered my spirit. I introduced myself to my spirit. I came face to face with my spirit. I reached a level so high that I would not have been able to cope with the beautiful feeling if it had been any higher.

My spirit has been with me forever. It just took this - what most common ordinary people would call irrational act - to permit me to meet my spirit and to always know that my spirit is continually with me and will always guide me.

My spirit guided me through all the hard times of raising my children. Without the knowledge of my spirit, I do not see how I could have managed this. At that time, I did not know how to take care of myself - let alone two little kids and to raise them to adulthood.

My spirit continually is with me as I make all decisions in my life. Thanks to the road I took as being a stripper and an outcast of society. This decision was the best one I ever made in my life. I truly did find my spirit in the most unconventional way.

Glad No One Called the Law on Me...

Sometimes when I think about all the chances I took with my children's safety and my own during my years as a stripper, one stands out in my mind. I am really glad that someone did not call the law on me for taking my kids in the porno movie places where I danced as a stripper.

They would wait back stage for me to do my show. Many times, they would take a dressing room for all their toys and games. All the dancers would walk around naked in front of them. They would play games such as board games with them while being naked.

I do not feel that this type of life damaged my children. I feel that it opened their minds to know that sex and the human body is not something to be ashamed of. It helped them to mentally surpass common, everyday thinking on such matters as this.

But if I had to do over, I would not have taken them backstage because now I realize that one phone call to the police could have caused me to lose my kids forever. I am happy now that I was not smart enough to realize this back then. All I knew then was that I was making a lot of money and that my kids were too young to leave by themselves.

I am glad about my past ignorance in this regard. The lessons of everyday, street smart that my kids obtained from this type of life could not be learned in any school. There is no class for it.

I know that either one of my kids could be left in any major city or small town with nothing but the clothes on their acks and make a go of it on their own - survive. Not many people could do this. The type of life I exposed to them from the burlesk theaters has helped to prepare them for such things as this. The street smarts they learned as children will benedit them the rest of thier lives.

George Belching and Other Bad Habits....

I like people who are different. Maybe not so much different - but who are not hypocrites and who are themselves no - matter what people think about them. I have more respect for a person who will come up to me and say they hate me than for someone who pretends to be my friend. I might not like it; but I will have respect for this person.

This is what really attracted me to a lover of mine back in the seventies. He always said what he felt no matter what anyone thought. He had a lot of money but wore clothes he got from such places as the Salvation Army. He owned Canton Storage and Transfer and slept in one of the rooms at his storage warehouse.

He was so gross. But his grossness turned me on. When we went to a movie, if he had to go to the restroom, he would just pull it out and pee on the floor. He chewed snuff. When we were in department stores, he would spit on the floor. At the grocery stores, he would open a jar of something and taste it. If he had to belch, he would do it really loud no matter where he was.

I thnk his grossness turned me on because it was on the same category as some of the exhibitionist pranks my stripper friends and I would play on people. I liked finding a man as crazy or even crazier than myself.

One time he was standing in the back of the burlesk theater in Canton, Ohio watching my show. He belched really loud. One of the guys watching my show turned around looking disgusted. It was really strange and funny and quite coincidental; but every so often after that, when this same guy was at the theater watching my show, my gross boyfriend would be standing in the back of the theater and let out a big belch.

This guy became really irritated at the belching and more so each time he heard it. None of the other guys even acknowledged the belch; but he did. When he heard the belch, he would look all around looking disgusted and mad squirming in his seat.

I told my boyfriend about this guy - about how he would cuss and squirm around when he heard the "big belch"! We both thought it was really funny.

One day I was not working and my boyfriend and I were in the theater for some reason. I saw the guy that hated the belching sitting in the audience. I told my boyfriend. We both thought it would be really funny to sit behind this guy and have my boyfriend let out a big belch.

My boyfriend was six foot one, weighted 250 pounds, and had a 52 inch chest; so he was not afraid to take on any man. We sat behind the guy. The stage show started. My boyfriend was directly behind him. He let out a really loud belch. The guy got up and walked to the end of our aisle and hollered, "You son-of-a-bitch!" We both laughed so much. It was so funny. Tears were coming out of my boyfriend's eyes from laughing so much. He later told me that if that guy would have hit him, he could not have defended himself because he was so weak from laughing.

Opal as THE X-RATED GRANDMA - Talking Crap:

The Thrill of Shocking People....

Most of the girls I worked with as a stripper were natural exhibitionists including myself. At that time of my life, I enjoyed the thrill of shocking people. I still do but, maybe, not as intensely as I did back then.

I never wore a bra. Sometimes my tops were so skimpy and see through that a blind man could have seen my nipples.

Some girls I worked with in Buffalo, New York proved to be as wild, if not wilder, than me. They went to eat at the chicken place next door to the burlesk theater. After they ate, the waitress came over to give them the check. One of the girls who had extra big tits just pulled them out and dropped them on the table and said, "How much do we owe?"

They were told to leave and never come back and to forget about the bill - just leave! That was alright with them. They figured they got a free meal and would probably never be in Buffalo again anyway. And if they were, that was not the only restaurant in town. The shocked look on the face of the waitress was workth getting kicked out and barred.

One time after work in Kansas City, Missouri, a customer who had the "hots" for me gave my friend, a stripper, and me a ride a few blocks away from the club where we were working to a party at a restaurant. He was a low-keyed quiet married man. We were all three in his pick-up truck. My friend was sitting in the middle. It was rush hour traffic. My friend pulled her top up and shook her breasts. He said, "Oh! My God!" She could have caused him to have a wreck. It was so funny to see the surprised look on his face that a wreck would have been worth it.

These are just examples of what most of us strippers liked to do for fun. The thrill of seeing the suprised, shocked, look on someone's face was fun and is fun to do.