Yeah, I said it. For those of you who were beginning to wonder if I'd truly lost it, your worries were not entirely unfounded. I called it my Wahtootsie... By the way, what do you call yours?
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My stage name is "..."
I need a name for my stripper character in my novel and I'm stuck. Imagine that, stuck... Any suggestions? Think of me, and give me the best stripper name you can think of based on my build, personality, etc. And don't make me cuss you out. You know I will.
**Visual AID!!!**
Since I've never been able to completely explain my fascination with Hooters Girls,and the Fantanas, I decided I needed to delve a little deeper into the freaky side that is SG. That's right, SG is my alter ego, not to be confused with Multiple Personality Disorder. I am not MPD afflicted, just mentally distressed in many other ways. But that's neither here nor there.... So, anyway, I think I had Stripper aspirations....Just kidding. Not saying any of the above groups of women are strippers, but when you think of, ok, when I think of big breastesses and skimpy clothes, I think stripper.
If I visit, I wonder if I will be able to differentiate between the different categories of stripper. There are different types, I do know that much.I need to talk to both categories of strippers. On the onepole you have thestrippers that can admit they are there because they want to be. They're theones that are in it for the money and aren't ashamed to tell you. Then on the other poleyou have the bobbleheads that have been at it for 9 years claiming they're putting themselves through college, or just doing it for a little while to catch up on bills.Orthe ones thatare shakin' ass all on the pretense oftakingcare of the family. Let me slow my roll, I was about to start judging, and that's not where I meant to take it. I don't want to judge a stripper, I need to "be" a stripper. In my head. For a brief period at least...long enough to nail this chapter. Will they even talk to me, or will I have to buy a lapdance? If I have to buy a lapdance, can I request that she grind on a chair instead of on me? Don't really want a h* in my lap.Do I get to pick between ugly strippers and not-so-ugly strippers, or will they get offended? Do I have to tip with dollars or can I just give advice and suggestions?Is there a stripper etiquette I need to know about before I go? Wait, what's the difference between a Stripper and an Exotic Dancer? Are Exotic Dancer's a**es in any better condition than a regular stripper?*sigh* These are the things I need to research so I can present an accurate literary visualization. I thought the stripper concept would beso simple. Has to be simple, why else wouldmen like it so much? Besides all the T&A I mean. Big Bouncy Breastesses +Mushy Bouncy A**+ Man = Happy Simple right? But the T&A, that's another thing I have questions on. I was trying to watch Hustle and Flowthe other nightbut the DVD started messing up. The last clear scene I saw was in a club of this stripper's a** bouncing up and down. I thought of a couple of different things all within the moment. "How does excessive cellulite equate with attractive just because it's comprising someone's backside.?" And this is just a MOVIE, and not even a dirty movie at that.If I go visit a real strip club, am I gonna be distressed and uncomfortable? Is there gonna be a 6', 400lb. charcoal black, tic-tac eatin'bouncer named Lil Twon at the door? Am I going to have to fight a stripperif I wrinkle up my nose because she's emitting funky, fishy waves of unwashed cooter? Can I take my taser in with me? I'm just askin. Maybe I should scrap this project entirely, I've just talked myself out of it and strangely enough, I feel the need to go hurl... |
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