After I had been dancing at the Pink Poodle for almost a year, I was hired by a stripping telegram company called Strip-o-Gram. (That will be covered in another post:-) I had moved to San Francisco to work for them, since most of my gigs were up that way.
But when SOG and I parted ways a year later, I went back to the good ol' Pink Poodle. Boy, had dance styles changed! I actually missed Diana and her old fashioned elegance.
New girls had been hired, as they always are. The two that totally set my mouth agape and made me quite nervous were Sally and Yvette. Ah, yes. 18 year old Yvette. The one who would semi-shower, sit on our vanity counter, legs completely spread, with one dirty foot on the counter..shaving her vagina. Umm, yeah. I thought that stuff was supposed to be done at home. She and I never really did agree on much of anything. She thought I was old and prudish (I was not quite 25!).
Yvette's style was basically to slink across the stage and at some point spread her legs and stretch her vaginal lips as far as they could be stretched. It made me wince just to watch! I mean, it looked like it hurt. I hated dancing after her. If her fans were there, I just couldn't give them what they wanted. This, of course, affected my ability to make a good income.
Then there was Sally. She was another long legged Latina. She could have been Yvette's older sister. She was a strange one. She would speak in non-sequiturs to anyone who would listen. She didn't necessarily want a response. Her thing was objects. Objects such as: bananas, cigars (sometimes lit), carrots, zucchinis..I think you get where I'm going with this. At least she used a blanket. Sally wasn't just about insertion; ever heard of a song by Prince called "Pussy Control"? This describes Sally. She would make these things twirl, push and vibrate. "Look Mom! No hands!!"
I forgot to mention that Diana, the old elegant dancer was no longer there. Neither was little Jasmine (of the diaphanous robes and ballet training), TJ (the flash dancer) or Precious (turned to religion). I don't think they were fired. I think the "new guard" scared them off. They certainly scared me off. There were other new dancers that were sort of raunchy, but not like Sally or Yvette. The new girls were not shy about talking about who was paying them for sex outside of the club. I don't care what a person does outside of my workplace as long as it's not hurting anyone. They just don't have to tell me.
Wow! Dancing had changed from early '83 to mid '84. I knew it was time for my exit. One day I quit. I was in tears in the middle of a shift. I told Sid (yup, that old butt head was still there), that I couldn't handle it any more. He told me that it was change and other clubs were just like that. He told me to get used to it if I wanted to stay in the business.
I refused to believe him. So I set off to find a different path and way of dancing.
(PS. This is the present. I hurt my lower back just reaching for shaving cream in the shower today. I need to work the next two days. I'm going in, but taking it easy. Am I doing the right thing?)
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