I LOVE being a Stripper
Sequins are shiny. Playing dress-up is fun.
What woman doesn't love Shoes
Giggles and change room gossip
Friendship. I am surrounded by incredible, sexy, accepting, strong women who are supportive rather than competitive. We’ve seen it. We get it. It is so powerful to be surrounded by women who understand and offer comfort and camaraderie.
Relationships judged on character rather than looks. Everyone is beautiful. Respect in the industry from peers comes from being a beautiful person on the inside… kind, reliable, responsible, encouraging, and accepting.
No topic is ever taboo
The music… the rhythm… the beat. I fucking LOVE dancing.
I crave the stage. Under the lights, allowing the music to move through my body. Channeling sexual energy through my motions and my eyes. I love the sensuality of my job. I love the attention and adoration. I love being the fantasy.
Appreciation of beauty, not perfection (we all have flaws and cellulite). I love watching the sensual beauty of dancers. I love watching the grace, confidence, and energy. They are all so beautiful, and not one is perfect.
Serious cunt love. Women need to love their own bodies, including if not especially their pussy. What an amazing creation the female nude is. Glorious and gorgeous. Learn your body. Mirrors are great. Stripping is great for teaching women to embrace their sexuality and all that is woman. Love your cunt.
Flexibility to work whenever, wherever. The knowledge that I have a certain amount of job-security. In a week I can make enough to get out of a tight spot. I can take as much or as little time off as I want. I can leave, and come back in a year without warning and be working within a week.
Business skills. I am an independent contractor responsible for all aspects of my business… marketing me… Ryann Rain.
Development and fine-tuning of boundaries. I am always aware of potentially dangerous situations. I’ve seen what some men will say, and do. I’ve seen how easy it is for some scum to dehumanize women. I wish all women had the courage, and the boundaries to say “Don’t fucking touch me”. I know of SO many women who have been assaulted, coerced, drugged, raped, or abused… often as a result of a desire for approval and not wanting to be mean.
I’m not afraid to be mean. I’m not afraid to offend. I'm not afraid to be clear and direct. I’m not afraid to say “listen up asshole. Get the hell away from me. Don’t talk to my friends, and don’t fucking touch me. Leave. Now.”
Freedom to travel and the confidence to travel. Drop me in a new town, foreign country, or a strange bar. I have the street smarts and adaptability. I’m not afraid to travel alone.
Appreciation of the less mainstream aspects of relationships.
Marriage/ relationship counseling. We are therapists. I enjoy having the ability to listen to men’s problems, frustrations, and daily stories. Sometimes all they need is for someone to listen. Sometimes there are problems at home. Sometimes I am in a position to offer insight, understanding, and healing. Sometimes he just needs to be reminded to go home and tell his wife he loves her.
Recognition of the humanity forgotten. Nothing negates the value of individual humanity, not addictions, not occupation, not sexuality, not choices. Whether homeless, prostituting, struggling with addictions, living in alternate lifestyles, or making difficult choices… EVERYONE is deserving of respect and consideration.
When bad days and bad weeks happen… everything changes after 6 days. New bar, new girls, new attitude. Never am I stuck in a negative work environment for more than 6 days. If I hate it… I never have to go back.
I know my strength as a woman, my power as a fantasy, and my worth as an individual. Like any job there are good days and bad days. Too many people spend too many years in jobs they hate. I appreciate what I’ve learned. But most days… I love my job.