Once upon a time it was 2011, my boyfriend had just broke up with me and then I turned 30 and thought it would be a good idea to start drinking heavily and visit strip clubs by myself.
Nothing weird or sad about that right.
I respect sex workers of all kinds. It's a living. And pretty honest compared to a lot of jobs like say professional sports players or politicians.
As a single woman at a strip club, I find I either piss off the strippers or make the strippers so happy because perhaps I am less threatening than all the men that they encounter each night.
I had my first lap dance at Lido's Lounge. She had braces and a pink ribbon tattoo which I inquired about and was informed it was because her mom has cancer, she has cancer and so does her daughter. That is why she dances.
Another visit I had a dancer pretty much pull my breast out of my shirt and put it in her mouth and give me her phone number. I still don't know how I feel about that.
Over all they were fine experiences.