Wednesday 25 July 2012

My Shorts Were Fashionably Short

Saturday Night. I'm standing with my team in line at the night club waiting to get in. I'm wearing a latex corset with bits of material draped across the important parts and about 3 hours worth of body paint and feathers. The other two models on my team are wearing booty shorts and body paint and one had a sailors hat. We stand out... to say the least. Why are we not VIP and escorted into the club immediatly? Afterall the only reason we're there is to be in the midnight fashion show. As far as I understand... WE are the entertainment for their club...

We just finished an all day make up competition and the "fashion" portion was supposed to be judged on stage. Act 5 cosmetics was giving away thousands of dollars in prizes and our team was there in full force. tweeting, FBing and networking like crazy.

After about 15 mins we finally made it into the club and it was a sausage fest! I've spent most of the last 8 years working in strip clubs and "I" was shocked at how many men were at this club.Men kept bumping into me - well, my boobs, as their friends took pictures. They thought they were being sneaky (as most drunks do)
An hour later I was frustrated with the idle chit chat. NO ONE KNEW WHY WE WERE DRESSED LIKE SEA CREATURES AND SUMMER FANTASIES!!! It was so awkward. Then we were hurded onto the make shift stage and the MC tried to announce us. The sea of people didn't give a shit. When she announced names for our fashion show it quickly became a competition of who could shake it best. The girl with the skirt made of glow sticks won. The MC tried to get the audience to cheer for their favorites but she was squshed in a corner and had no control over the chaos that had been created.

I climbed off the speakers that were working double time as our stage into the eager hands of a dozen or so intoxicated fools who now felt intitled to grab and pull me in their direction. I felt one hand on my tit as another grabbed my ass, on man then held my wrist and wouldn't let go. I turned around, filled with rage and couldn't tell who in the sea of people to get mad at.

Overwhelmed, tired and pissed off I made my way back to my purse which held all my real clothes.
As I walked through the club more men made comments that increased the fury I was mindfully compressing. I changed into my normal clothes in the washroom. (muklucks, camo shorts and a black long sleve zip up hoodie. However I was still painted head to toe in blue, green and purple body paint and glitter with the most beautiful and exoticv feathers glued here and there) While I was changing i recieved a txt that the dude who had my truck was about 20 mins away. My response was something to the effect of,
"I need the fuck outta here, I'm gonna spill someone face soon"
and that's exactly how I felt. I waws about 20 feet from the exit when one more dude grabbed my wrist and told me I was going to have a good time tonight. He may have meant well.. I pulled my arm away. Rage, nothing but rage fueling me. Then another random hand grabbed my bottom. Now my shorts are fashionably short and I wasn't wearing panties. Whoevers hand that was definitly had my DNA on his fingertips. I have never turned around so fast in my entire life. I've only hit someone out of anger twice in my life... this was the third time. Due to my manicure I cant make a good fist but my lil bro taught me how to throw on hell of an elbow.  As soon as my elbow made contact I grabbed him by the shirt and yelled something along the lines of..
"I didn't ask you to finger fuck me and you didn't ask to get hit.. now were even."

I bolted from the club.
My team was outside saying their goodbyes. I smiled, said my thank yous and started walking home. I called my ride and told him to pick me up along expo blvd.
Soon my Jeep pulled up.
When I climbed inside I burried my head in my friend's shoulder and didn't speak. I didn't know if I should explain my pissy mood, cry, or just be relieved that nothing bad could possibly happen now.
I picked the latter of the 3, at first... then I felt like I needed to explain my sucky attitude. I gave him the coles notes version.
Then I said something that shocked me.
"I'm so used to being in a strip club where men know better than to touch me. They buy me drinks, offer polite idle chit chat and are on their best behaviour most of the time. Because they know that the moment they touch me the bouncer will destroy them. You'd expect men to be creeps and freaks at the strip club but it's the men at the "real" clubs you have to watch out for."
what a wild discovery! For years my family and friends have heard me complain about the worst case scenarios in the strip clubs but relistically There's one bad egg/week, and I''m well protected. I was blown away by the amount of bad eggs in this one club. And all of them... getting away with it.

4 comments:

  1. wow!! that sounded like a horrible night!! some guys can be such fucking idiot!!!

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  2. Wow. I can't believe that. They're animals ! And its unacceptable.

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  3. This reminds me of an incident that happened at a certain gay bar I was a dancer for. I was gogo dancing in college to pay for food as everything else was eaten by the school ... ( UBC /Langara/ VCC) At the time I was a a blond Blue and 140 lb twinky in leather gear and PVC... Some fucktard grabbed my package as I was getting down off the platform so I smacked him one ... I had the Owner & Manger escort him out ... the bouncers were informed that if I had been a woman and that happend or he grabbed my boob , he would have been immediately ejected ... Its no Different . Now I have had the same issue with tranny chasers. For some reason there is a perception that this is acceptable... Let me make this clear If I am a stage performer , actor actress, Model, Ditch Digger, Nurse , Proctologist , Fireman etc they all have specialized gear and clothing ... Do you walk up to a cop and grab his crotch in public and on duty ? I HIGHLY doubt it. This is NO different AT ALL .. we are paid to do something specific and if you cant keep your paws off somone in public at work then maybe there is another issue at work , that has nothing to do with me or my clothing ... Bar or not there are some lines peopl just dont cross ... Wish I had been there I'd have youtubed the dink and had him publicly Identified as a pic or worse .... this kind of thing REALLY lights me off like a roman candle ... This reminds me of that dink last week that was supposedly a Cleric with the Muslim faith. He in Actuality is a nutcase that preaches into oncoming traffic at Younge and Dundas who has often caused accidents and is generally tolerated but ignored. For whatever reason the baboons at Sun Media printed a very hate filled and misogynistic letter in a high traffic part of their paper . it basicly said that any woman shouldn't be allowed out of their house if they have anything but their eyeballs exposed and claimed that Muslim women aren't raped because that's how they dress... a false statement... Many Muslim women are attacked , they just don't talk about it out of fear for their lives ... A woman of that faith if raped can be killed for "allowing" it to happen .

    The issue here is if you don't have the comon brains to know better than to touch something that isnt yours then don't go out of your house ... if its a body part and not on your body , you ask!

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  4. OMFG. Wish I had of been there dressed up with you guys. You wanna see a lil ummm politely rude pistil whippin? I feel for ya love. Keep your head held high!

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