Sleeping in My Car....

When I was dancing as a stripper on the road, I would have to cut corners in many ways to make sure that my kid's boarding schools received their payments on time. This involved, quite regularly, doing without food or shelter. Luckily, I had my car to sleep in when I could not pay for a room.

I would go to a roadside park and sleep in my car. I did not realize how dangerous this was. Many times the weather would be cold, freezing, and snowy. Sometimes when I was in a big city like Chicago, I would go to a residential area and parallel park on the street. In the cold winters of Chicago, nobody noticed someone sleeping in their car, especially, with the windows fogged up from the cold. I would get in the back seat and cover-up with my rugs that I used in my stage shows. I am surprised I did not freeze to death.

One time in Scranton, Pennsylvania, I was sleeping in my car. I would take my rugs with me after work and drive to a roadside park to sleep. It was so cold. The husband of one of the strippers asked me one night if I was sleeping in my car. I asked him - why did he think that. He told me that he sees me carrying my rugs out every night; and I do not have a room at the motel. I admitted that I was because I needed the money for my kids. He and his wife offered to let me stay in their room for no money. I really did appreciate it.

I really did think they were nice to do this for me. This kind incident helped to introduce me to the well-known fact that you do not get something for nothing; and if someone does you a kind favor, usually, they have a plan in their head to use you someway. The plan is usually more devistating than the way you were before they did the favor.

After I had stayed there a couple of nights, the wife told me in the dressing room that they liked to spice up their sex life with a threesome every so often. She said their sex life gets dull sometimes; and when they have a threesome, it revives it. She asked me if I would do it. Of course, I said, "No".

I was not that cold. Needless to say, the cold car looked pretty good. I went back to it willingly despite their pleas for me to stay.

Sleeping in My Car...

When I was dancing as a sripper on the road, I would have to cut corners in many ways to make sure that my kid's boarding schools received their payments on time. This involved, quite regularly, doing without food or shelter. Luckily, I had my car to sleep in when I could not pay for a room.

I would go to a roadside park and sleep in my car. I did not realize how dangerous this was. Many times the weather would be cold, freezing, and snowy. Sometimes when I was in a big city like Chicago, I would go to a residential area and parallel park on the street. In the cold winters of Chicago, nobody noticed someone sleeping in their car, especially, with the windows fogged up from the cold. I would get in the back seat and cover-up with my rugs that I used in my stage shows. I am surprised I did not freeze to fesath.

One time in Scranton, Pennsylvania, I was sleeping in my car. I would take my rugs with me after work and drive to a roadside park to sleep. It was so cold. The husband of one of the strippers asked me one night if I was sleeping in my car. I asked him - why did he think that. He told me that he sees me carrying my rugs out every night; and I do not have a room at the motel. I admitted that I was because I needed the money for my kids. He and his wife offered to let me stay in their room for no money. I really did appreciate it.

I really did thnk they were nice to do this for me. This kind incident helped to introduce me to the well-known fact that you do not get something for nothing; and if someone does you a kind favor, usually, they have a plan in their head to use you someway. The plan is usually more devistating than the way you were before they did the favor.

After I had stayed there a couple of nihgts, the wife told me in the dressing room that they liked to spice up their sex life with a threesome every so often. She said their sex life gets dull sometimes; and when they have a threesome, it revives it. She asked me if I would do it. Of course, I said, "No".

I was not that cold. Needless to say, the cold car looked pretty good. I went back to it willingly despite their pleasfor me to stay.

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The Days of Stripping Were Insane...

The days of being a stripper were excitingly insane. I am glad I experienced them. I went so many places that I would never have gone if I had been a "normal" preson. I was restless. I wanted to see things. I can rest now with the comfort of knowing I have been everywhere I want to go and seen everything I want to see. Going places is boring to me now. Staying home at my house in the country with no car is, at this point in my life, exciting.



THE OLD STRIPPER - at the Kitchen Counter

More Detectives Trying to Take me to Bed

Another incident with a detective occurred that was not quite so funny. He was not quite as subtle as the one I just mentioned. He would come right out and ask me to go out with him which I knew meant only one thing - bed. He was young, good looking, and cocky. But this did not cut any ice with me.

One night after work, I was driving home and noticed a car following me - flashing the headlights at me and honking the horn. I was pretty scared.

My kids and I rented an apartment in back of the Towne Manor Motel. It was dark in the area where I had to park.

I drove home as fast as possible hoping the car would quit following me or thinking to myself I was wrong.

I got home and parked my car. I thought I had lost the car or it was just my imagination. Before I could get out of my car, here came the same car.

It got behind my car blocking me; so I could not back out. I was pinned in. The apartment was in front of me, cars on each side of me, and the car following me in back of me. I was terrified.

Without thinking, I knew I had only one chance. I started my car and put it in reverse. That car blocking me pulled up really fast just in time for me to miss it.

I heard a male voice hollering, "You almost hit my car!" Then I recognized him. He was the young, good looking detective who had been bugging me for sex. He screamed, "Why did you do that?" You almost hit my car! Didn't you see me flashing my lights and honking my horn?'

I immediately let him know that my whole intention was to hit his car and that I do not stop my car just because someone is honking and flashing their lights. I, also, told him that he better not ever do it aain or I would report him to the police department. He never bothered me again.

The Pervert Propositioning Me with My Kids

I was a stripper for approximately twenty years. I always looked down on the guys that came to my show. I always referred to them as "jack-offs". They were there for us to make money off them either through buying a ticket or buying a drink. Some were worse than others.

I am going to tell you about the worse one I ever encountered. And I do not, actually, know if he was a customer or not - I just assumed he was, at least, I do know he was a 'jack-off' in the worse way. He was a low scum of the earth.

My kids and I were walking to the hotel from the burlesk theater in Syracuse, New York. A car pulled up beside us. It was a low scum "jack-off" making a proposition to me. I could not believe what I was hearing.

I went over and hollered, cussed at him, kicked his car, and called him every bad name I knew. I screamed something in the order of, "You low-classed mother fucker! Here I am with my two kids; and you have the nerve to proposition me!" That was mild to what I said. Needless to say, he drove away.

I could not understand how someone could do that in front of children; but was mistakenly fooled back then as most people are today about certain people's actions.

Lucky for him that, at that point in my life, I was still stupid enough to not know the amount of so-called "people" who wanted kids for sex. That part did not even occur to me. If it had, my children would probably have been motherless. They would probably have put me in jail for murder if I could have got my hands on the low classed scum.

Telling the Car Driver to go Fuck his Mother

I had quite a mouth on me while I was a stripper. I used to cuss someone out wherever and whenever I felt like it. It did not make any difference to me what they thought or who heard me.

I still do have quite a mouth on me and speak my mind more openly and honestly than the normal person does; but I have learned to tone it down through the years. I learned this from the process of survival.

The first lesson in life that brought me to the realization that I had better tone my mouth down happened one day in Buffalo, New York when I was walking from the hotel to the theater through a pretty rough area of town composed of bars, pimps, Johns, and prostitutes. A car load of guys were following me. The driver kept hollering sexual things to me. Telling me to get in the car, suck his dick, and whatever other perverted things you can think about. I tried to ignore him by just walking and not looking at him. He just kept it up. I just could not stand it any longer. I hollered out, "Why don't you go fuck your mother?!"

He looked really mean at me and hollered back, "Fuck my mother? You bitch!" I could tell he was going to park pretty soon and get out of the car or meet me at the corner and hurt me.

Luck for me there were a lot of stores around . I quickly dashed into a grocery store. I was really scared.

I stayed in the store for awhile. When I left, I just prayed that those guys were gone. Lucky for me, I never saw them again.

I still have a dirty mouth. I still speak my mind. But that incident was enough of a jolt that brought me to the realization to clean up my mouth, at least, on occasions when I think it is necessary.