My Dad Telling Me I am the Scum of the Earth...

I had a lot of fun when I was working as a stripper. It was one of the best, if not the best, times of my life. Not only was I making enough money for my kids and me; but the job, also, provided a way for all of us to see places we would probably never been able to see if I had chosen a "regular" life for us.

My daddy once told me, "You're the scum of the earth - doin' that dancin' - takin' off your clothes! If you're gonna do that, you shouldn't of told your kids!" I reeplied to his comments by letting him know that I wanted my kids to know who I really am and love me for the kind of person I am and not for someone I pretended to be. I, also, made the decision when I started to dance as a stripper that I was not going to be ashamed of what I was doing and not hide it from anyone - not even my kids. I decided that if I was going to be ashamed of it, then I would not do it.

This type of thinking is something that my dad is incapable of acquiring because his mind is saturated with the life-style of the small-town hypocritical, provincial thinking that the people of Lamar, Missouri hold so high.

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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.