One time in Detroit, Michigan, the manager at the Burlesk Theater told me her theater was a little different from the other theaters where I had been performing. I had just arrived at the theater. I was booked for one week. When I asked her what was different, she said, "Well, come on in here and watch the next act". The girl's "act" was performing sexual intercourse as well as oral on the stage.
I told her that, in my opinion, that "act" crosses the line from being a stripper to a cheap prostitute and that I would not do it. She told me I had to do it if I wanted to work that week. I said, "Then, good-bye, because I will do my regular show and nothing more. If that is not good enough, then I will not work. For some reason, she changed her mind.
I worked the whole week following this sort of "act". I was the star of the show; so I had to go last. The girl doing the sex act right before me said, "I'll take it easy this week - not be so wild to make it better for you; since you're not doing sex on the stage". The last act was always supposed to be better and outshine all the others. If the guys saw and experienced all this sex, and then had the star of the show come out and just did a regular strip show, then nine times out of ten they would not like her - might even "boo" or walk out. I told her to just do her show anyway she wanted and to not worry about me! I received no "boos", no one walked out, and I was asked by the manager to return sometime in the future to work.
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Friday, February 27, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Selling My Panties....
I was sitting in the little restaurant next door at the Burlesk Theater in Detroit, Michigan in between my show when a "guy" came up and sat by me at the counter. He told me how he liked my show. I thought, "Oh! No! Another "jack-off" wanting to take me to bed!"
But his request was not for my body. It was quite different. He asked me if I had some panties on. I told him I did. He said that he would give me $5.00 for them. Well! I thought this was a real deal because they were some raggedy ones I had borrowed from my sister, Brenda, anyway. I agreed to sell them to him for $5.00.
I told him I would go in the bathroom and take them off and bring them to him. I knew by his offer that he was a sniffer and whatever else he could do with them. But I did not care because I could use the $5.00; and it was just an old pair of raggedy pants anyway.
But I could not let it be this easy. Ihad to tease him a little. I said, "I'll go take them off in the bathroom and wash them out for you!" He said, "Oh! No! Don't do that!" Anyway, the transaction was made.
I told the girls on the next show about it. I thought I had don pretty good. All the girls started telling me how stupid I was. They said I could have got, at least, $25.00 out of him. Since this was my first experience with this type of deal, I was still "green" - as I was in a lot of things back then. But since then, I have learned.
I used to think that maybe "ignorance is bliss"; but I am glad for all the mistakes I have made to reach the level where I am now.
Some think it is not necessary to know all the bad things that happen in the world. But some never know good unless they can compare it to bad.
Even though I suffered through many trials and tribulations, I have tried to turn the events around to make something good out of it. I have raised two good people from it. And through it all, I found my spirit. Without the hard times, I do not believe this would ever have happened.
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But his request was not for my body. It was quite different. He asked me if I had some panties on. I told him I did. He said that he would give me $5.00 for them. Well! I thought this was a real deal because they were some raggedy ones I had borrowed from my sister, Brenda, anyway. I agreed to sell them to him for $5.00.
I told him I would go in the bathroom and take them off and bring them to him. I knew by his offer that he was a sniffer and whatever else he could do with them. But I did not care because I could use the $5.00; and it was just an old pair of raggedy pants anyway.
But I could not let it be this easy. Ihad to tease him a little. I said, "I'll go take them off in the bathroom and wash them out for you!" He said, "Oh! No! Don't do that!" Anyway, the transaction was made.
I told the girls on the next show about it. I thought I had don pretty good. All the girls started telling me how stupid I was. They said I could have got, at least, $25.00 out of him. Since this was my first experience with this type of deal, I was still "green" - as I was in a lot of things back then. But since then, I have learned.
I used to think that maybe "ignorance is bliss"; but I am glad for all the mistakes I have made to reach the level where I am now.
Some think it is not necessary to know all the bad things that happen in the world. But some never know good unless they can compare it to bad.
Even though I suffered through many trials and tribulations, I have tried to turn the events around to make something good out of it. I have raised two good people from it. And through it all, I found my spirit. Without the hard times, I do not believe this would ever have happened.
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Monday, February 16, 2009
The Pimp and the Reverend
There was this black guy I knew in Detroit, Michigan. He was the ticket and candy man at the Burlesk Theater where I worked. He was so funny. He told us girls that he was a preacher and that his mane was Reverend ------ --- I do not remember his name after the Reverend part. He wlways dressed in a black suit with a gold cross hanging around his neck. The funny part about it was the fact that he was a pimp.
My friend whose stage name was Misty Knight and I would aggravate him to death. We would see him on the street when he was not working at the theater. He would stand there like any good pimp looking for men to sell his whores. We would goup to him and holler, "Oh! Reverend ----! We've been lookin' for you!" We would keep calling him Reverend and Preacher really loud which was not too good for the business that he was conducting on the street. He would get really mad and say, "You Bitches get outta here! Go on, now! Get away!"
The thing was, we were messing up his action on his "main" job. It was really funny to aggravate him this way. But as I think back, I wonder if he really was a pimp. He was a really nice guy. He could have been much more harsh with us than he was and probably would have been if he had been a "real" pimp. Maybe he was afraid of losing his job at the theater if he got mean with the dancers. Or maybe he wa pretending to be a pimp just as he was pretending to be a reacher. Or maybe he was just a unique, nice person and did do both.
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My friend whose stage name was Misty Knight and I would aggravate him to death. We would see him on the street when he was not working at the theater. He would stand there like any good pimp looking for men to sell his whores. We would goup to him and holler, "Oh! Reverend ----! We've been lookin' for you!" We would keep calling him Reverend and Preacher really loud which was not too good for the business that he was conducting on the street. He would get really mad and say, "You Bitches get outta here! Go on, now! Get away!"
The thing was, we were messing up his action on his "main" job. It was really funny to aggravate him this way. But as I think back, I wonder if he really was a pimp. He was a really nice guy. He could have been much more harsh with us than he was and probably would have been if he had been a "real" pimp. Maybe he was afraid of losing his job at the theater if he got mean with the dancers. Or maybe he wa pretending to be a pimp just as he was pretending to be a reacher. Or maybe he was just a unique, nice person and did do both.
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009
The Vice Squad Busting Me in Kansas City
She taught me about the vice squad. I could not understand why they had the right to "bust" us if we were going by the laws. My boss, Doris, told her to explain everything to me as she complained about how dumb I was. Kansas City Kitty explained how that sometimes in this business it did not matter if you followed the laws or not. If they want to "bust" you, they will. I found that to be so true in the years to come.
At times, I would dance at the Follie's as well as the Pink Pussy Cat - averaging, approximately, eleven shows a day between each one. The Follie's was testing the law that said we had to keep our pants on. The manager would, occasionally, have us girls "flash" - pull the G-String aside for a moment. Since I was not on the road at the time, I got "busted" almost every week. The manager would go bail us out for $25.00 each; and we would go tdo our next show. This went on for quite awhile.
The vice squad would come arrest me at the Pink Pussy Cat for what I had done at the Follie's. Finally, they told Doris that if she kept letting me dance there, they would close her down.
Kansas City Kitty told me I was too "hot" with the police. But I kept dancing at the Follie's and kept getting arrested. It really did not make any difference to me because it was just a misdemeanor. I was doing what my boss said, he bailed me out, and I got my full pay which was the real reason I was there.
Finally, I learned what Kansas City Kitty meant when she said I was too "hot" with the police. The vice squad let me know that if they even saw me walking down the street they would arrest me. That was my clue to leave town. I left Kansas City, Missouri and stayed gone for about twelve years.
At times, I would dance at the Follie's as well as the Pink Pussy Cat - averaging, approximately, eleven shows a day between each one. The Follie's was testing the law that said we had to keep our pants on. The manager would, occasionally, have us girls "flash" - pull the G-String aside for a moment. Since I was not on the road at the time, I got "busted" almost every week. The manager would go bail us out for $25.00 each; and we would go tdo our next show. This went on for quite awhile.
The vice squad would come arrest me at the Pink Pussy Cat for what I had done at the Follie's. Finally, they told Doris that if she kept letting me dance there, they would close her down.
Kansas City Kitty told me I was too "hot" with the police. But I kept dancing at the Follie's and kept getting arrested. It really did not make any difference to me because it was just a misdemeanor. I was doing what my boss said, he bailed me out, and I got my full pay which was the real reason I was there.
Finally, I learned what Kansas City Kitty meant when she said I was too "hot" with the police. The vice squad let me know that if they even saw me walking down the street they would arrest me. That was my clue to leave town. I left Kansas City, Missouri and stayed gone for about twelve years.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Kansas City Kitty Showing Me the 'Ropes'
Kansas City Kitty took me under her wing and showed me the "ropes" of the stripping business. She was an older lady who had been dancing for quite some time. If it had not been for her advice, I would have made a lot more mistakes than I did.
We worked at the Pink Pussy in Kansas City, Missouri as well as the Folly's Burlesk Theater. At the Pink Pussy Cat, we were strippers. At the Folly's Burlesk, I was a stripper and she was a cashier.
She taught me how to put on pasties - a stiff cloth of material shaped like the nipple that covered only the nipple. We had to wear this because of the Kansas City laws - no nipples could show.
She taught me how to put on the different layers of my outfit - such as G-String first - then G-Strap over that or some sort of clothing that resembled panties.
She sold me my first dancing gown for $10.00. That was a lot for me back then; but it was a deal. It was a really pretty red, sequin gown trimmed in black feathers. It was the same gown I had seen in many visions when I was married and did not even comprehend what a stripper was. Being a stripper was the furthest think from my mind back then. But the visions would haunt me, especially, at night when I lay awake and could not go to sleep. Not only would I see myself stripping on a stage in front of a bunch of men; but I would, also, see my children in differnet states. All this proved to be true.
Kansas City Kitty, also, helped me make life-long decisions concerning my children. I did not know what to do with my children if I went on the road to dance. It was time for John to go to the first grade. She suggested putting him in a military school. That was the best advice I ever got from anyone concerning my children. I just wish I would have kept him in there for his twelve years of school; so does he.
Kansas Kitty Kitty proved to be very helpful in teaching me how to get money out of men. She would make up a story that we were collecting money to get a pizza. The guys would chip in. For some reason, the pizza never did come.
A "guy" that really liked me a lot was going to take me out to spend money on me for such things as clothes and boots. Kansas City Kitty wanted me to get in practice on conning men; so she gave me a list of things for me to get for her. Some of the things were different pieces of material and a bottle of her favorite perfume - Taboo. I had "the guy" take me to the costume shop. I got the material she wanted. He said, "That looks like material the Kansas City Kitty make her outfits out of". I was not sure of myself and got really nervous; so I was really afraid to get the perfume. I thought he would catch on to that, too. I did not want her to be mad at me; so I was really afraid to get the perfume. I thought he would catch on to that, too. I did not want her to be mad at me; so I bought the perfume for her myself. This really made her mad. She told me that it was not the perfume that she cared about. She wanted me to get the "feel" for conning men. I did over the years; and I am glad.
One time before I learned my lessons well from Kansas City Kitty, I went home at a "guy's" apartment and spent the night with him. I told her about it the next day. She said, "Well, what is he going to do for you?" I said that I guessed nothing and that he had offered to give me gas money; but I turned it down. She held her head in her hands explaining to me that I should get things and money out of these guys - and to not let them have anything free!
One night, after I had spent the night with him, he came in the club saying he was looking for his "little Rose". By then, I finally had decided in my mind what he was looking for was a free piece of ass anytime he wanted. I told Kansas City Kitty, "He looks like an old hound dog lookin' for a bitch dog in heat". She laughed so much! I think she knew as I did that I had finally saw the light about these guys. From now on, I would be no one else's "little Rose". At least, not a "free rose".
The first time I went on the road, Kansas City Kitty gave me a necklace with St. Christopher to help protect me . She was a Catholic. I was not; but I felt that it might help me. I wish I still had it.
Knsas City Kitty was oriental. It was really difficult to see what she looked like because she wore a lot of garb on her face - bit dark glasses, big bushy blonde hair, and lots of make-up. She would holler from the stage, "I'm a clown!" She twirled the tassels on her breasts; but they were false breasts - I heard - she did not tell me this. I, also, heard that she had received silicone injections and had made them too big which caused her to have them removed. I, also, heard that she had cancer. I guess it was cancer of the breasts.
One thing I did not like aabout her advice was when she tried to get me to get small amounts of silicone injections. But this is the only thing I remember that was bad advice. Luckily, I had enough "horse-sense" to know that this was not for me.
Kansas City Kitty always encouraged me to start saving money and invest it. She said her relatives had cheated her out of a bunch of money - something to do with a savings she had had with one of the relatives. She had some money saved in a savings and loan under this relative's name. This person had died; and the other relatives kept her part of the money even though they knew it belonged to her. She cautioned me to never invest my money in a savings and loan.
I really do appreciate all the time Kansas City Kitty took with me to help get me on my feet as a stripper as well as the special interest she took in my personal life with my kids. From the first time she said, "Do you really want to get into it?"; and I answered, "Yes". She showed me the "ropes" and gave me priceless advice on everything. I wish she were alive; so I could say, "Thank you".
We worked at the Pink Pussy in Kansas City, Missouri as well as the Folly's Burlesk Theater. At the Pink Pussy Cat, we were strippers. At the Folly's Burlesk, I was a stripper and she was a cashier.
She taught me how to put on pasties - a stiff cloth of material shaped like the nipple that covered only the nipple. We had to wear this because of the Kansas City laws - no nipples could show.
She taught me how to put on the different layers of my outfit - such as G-String first - then G-Strap over that or some sort of clothing that resembled panties.
She sold me my first dancing gown for $10.00. That was a lot for me back then; but it was a deal. It was a really pretty red, sequin gown trimmed in black feathers. It was the same gown I had seen in many visions when I was married and did not even comprehend what a stripper was. Being a stripper was the furthest think from my mind back then. But the visions would haunt me, especially, at night when I lay awake and could not go to sleep. Not only would I see myself stripping on a stage in front of a bunch of men; but I would, also, see my children in differnet states. All this proved to be true.
Kansas City Kitty, also, helped me make life-long decisions concerning my children. I did not know what to do with my children if I went on the road to dance. It was time for John to go to the first grade. She suggested putting him in a military school. That was the best advice I ever got from anyone concerning my children. I just wish I would have kept him in there for his twelve years of school; so does he.
Kansas Kitty Kitty proved to be very helpful in teaching me how to get money out of men. She would make up a story that we were collecting money to get a pizza. The guys would chip in. For some reason, the pizza never did come.
A "guy" that really liked me a lot was going to take me out to spend money on me for such things as clothes and boots. Kansas City Kitty wanted me to get in practice on conning men; so she gave me a list of things for me to get for her. Some of the things were different pieces of material and a bottle of her favorite perfume - Taboo. I had "the guy" take me to the costume shop. I got the material she wanted. He said, "That looks like material the Kansas City Kitty make her outfits out of". I was not sure of myself and got really nervous; so I was really afraid to get the perfume. I thought he would catch on to that, too. I did not want her to be mad at me; so I was really afraid to get the perfume. I thought he would catch on to that, too. I did not want her to be mad at me; so I bought the perfume for her myself. This really made her mad. She told me that it was not the perfume that she cared about. She wanted me to get the "feel" for conning men. I did over the years; and I am glad.
One time before I learned my lessons well from Kansas City Kitty, I went home at a "guy's" apartment and spent the night with him. I told her about it the next day. She said, "Well, what is he going to do for you?" I said that I guessed nothing and that he had offered to give me gas money; but I turned it down. She held her head in her hands explaining to me that I should get things and money out of these guys - and to not let them have anything free!
One night, after I had spent the night with him, he came in the club saying he was looking for his "little Rose". By then, I finally had decided in my mind what he was looking for was a free piece of ass anytime he wanted. I told Kansas City Kitty, "He looks like an old hound dog lookin' for a bitch dog in heat". She laughed so much! I think she knew as I did that I had finally saw the light about these guys. From now on, I would be no one else's "little Rose". At least, not a "free rose".
The first time I went on the road, Kansas City Kitty gave me a necklace with St. Christopher to help protect me . She was a Catholic. I was not; but I felt that it might help me. I wish I still had it.
Knsas City Kitty was oriental. It was really difficult to see what she looked like because she wore a lot of garb on her face - bit dark glasses, big bushy blonde hair, and lots of make-up. She would holler from the stage, "I'm a clown!" She twirled the tassels on her breasts; but they were false breasts - I heard - she did not tell me this. I, also, heard that she had received silicone injections and had made them too big which caused her to have them removed. I, also, heard that she had cancer. I guess it was cancer of the breasts.
One thing I did not like aabout her advice was when she tried to get me to get small amounts of silicone injections. But this is the only thing I remember that was bad advice. Luckily, I had enough "horse-sense" to know that this was not for me.
Kansas City Kitty always encouraged me to start saving money and invest it. She said her relatives had cheated her out of a bunch of money - something to do with a savings she had had with one of the relatives. She had some money saved in a savings and loan under this relative's name. This person had died; and the other relatives kept her part of the money even though they knew it belonged to her. She cautioned me to never invest my money in a savings and loan.
I really do appreciate all the time Kansas City Kitty took with me to help get me on my feet as a stripper as well as the special interest she took in my personal life with my kids. From the first time she said, "Do you really want to get into it?"; and I answered, "Yes". She showed me the "ropes" and gave me priceless advice on everything. I wish she were alive; so I could say, "Thank you".
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