“Maria did you just type those words? Did you say GOD in the same sentence with Strip-Club? How dare you? You’re going too far now. This is crossing a thin line. You’re being disrespectful on another level with this one.
GOD in a Strip-Club? What do you mean? I want to hear you attempt to clean this blasphemed title up. Smh… GOD was where? Ok. She done lost her ever-loving mind.” Lol
You have no idea how deep I can get. It’s so true y’all, EVERYONE has a story to tell but the question is, how much of yours are you willing to spill?
I’m getting ready to tell you something that you may not have known about me…
I worked in the Adult Entertainment Industry for about ten years. Yes. I was an Exotic Dancer, bluntly expressed… I was a Stripper.
What does a Stripper do exactly? A licensed individual that seductively removes clothing while dancing to music, in exchange for tips from an audience, be it one person or a packed out crowd.
What is a Strip-Club? The establishment where licensed Adult Entertainers safely provide a fantasy for patrons, in exchange for an out of pocket fee called ‘Tip-Out’.
Clarification for those who may not understand, it’s sort of like the equivalent of a hair stylist paying ‘booth rent’ to work in a salon but with one exception… the Strip-Club ‘tip-out’ fee must be paid daily not weekly/monthly.
It’s all business. Adult Entertainment might not be what you’re accustomed to but it’s a very lucrative business… Tainted but lucrative.
I’m not proud of every choice I made, nor am I ashamed. We learn and grow from our mistakes. I have never been the type to take someone else’s word for anything so if I’m curious about it, I’m gonna try it for myself!
All my life I have been the ‘BOLD‘ type. I am nowhere near shy and I believe in speaking EXACTLY what’s on my mind. That’s why I have no problem sharing this message with you now:
Even when we don’t fully have a relationship with GOD, He shows us that He STILL has one with us.
Hence the reason for the title… ‘GOD in a Strip-Club?’
I am living proof that GOD can speak to you when and where you least expect it. You just have to be open to recognizing His Voice and receiving His Message.
My work schedule was beyond flexible. I showed up there maybe 7 days a month, if that much. I wasn’t down for dancing at night so I chose to work the day-shift. I preferred to be off on the weekends also because that was ‘My Time’ to do whatever I wanted.
Long story chopped down…
The Strip-Club was jumping all day Monday through Saturday and only open in the evening on Sunday. For the first time ever, I decided to work a Sunday shift. Why did I do that? Let’s just say it was an experience like no other.
After switching out my regular clothes and shoes for a dance costume and thigh-high stiletto boots, I left the dressing room and took a seat at the bar… I scanned the room in slow motion. It seemed to be transforming before my eyes.
The atmosphere changed. The energy shifted. Why?
I started to feel uneasy. I sat in a trance as I watched completely-naked and semi-naked females dancing. The guys kept throwing money at them like trash. The Strippers trampled over one another to gather loose dollar bills from a filthy floor.
What was happening? All of a sudden, I lacked the motivation to hustle for money. The thrill was gone. It vanished.
That’s when I heard something, a voice spoke softly…
“Get up. Go get dressed. Do not return here.”
It was as quiet as a whisper, yet loud enough for me to make out the words in this noisy club. The DJ yelling on the mic, the bass-music rattling the speakers and all the different conversations combined, couldn’t drown out what I heard.
As a matter of fact, it seemed like everything was being controlled by a remote and someone had hit pause. The first time I didn’t even flinch. Then I heard it once more, clearer than before, with a bit more authority…
“GET UP! GO GET DRESSED! DO NOT RETURN HERE!”
It was the sound of a loving parent scolding a child. I felt like I had just gotten in trouble by my dad when it dawned on me… I did! GOD was talking to me! He told me to get up and leave!
Can you guess what happened next? I didn’t hesitate in thought!
I wasted no time jumping up from my seat at that bar. I went directly to the dressing room, removed my thigh-high stiletto boots, changed back into my real clothes, cleaned out my locker, placed all my belongings in my bag and I never returned again!
Money is definitely the root of evil things. I was addicted to making fast money. Can you imagine the things I witnessed over this decade of my life?
It’s entirely too much to cover in a blog. That’s why I spent over seven years writing a 30 chapter book about it all. I have continuously contemplated publishing this book but I wrote it for a reason.
Every test is a testimony and all mess has a message! I am grateful for my growth which is visibly evident to the naked eye through my writing. You’ll see! It’s Coming Y’all!
And so I ask you…
Are You Ready To View Life Through the Eyes of a Stripper?
