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Ingi's avatar

I always worried so much for you back then.

Shit, I still worry now - that's friendship for ya, I guess.

But stripping has always looked so, so hard to me. Impressive, yes, but mostly hard in every way fathomable.

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It's sweet seeing our young faces up there. Love you.

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Jackavicious's avatar

When I was about 8 years old I had an extremely vivid dream (nightmare?) where I was an adult and a stripper. I stepped into the dream while on stage dancing. I remember feeling the feathers from the outfit I was wearing, I remember a man leaning close to my cheek while I knelt down to relieve his money, and I could feel his hot whiskey breath on my neck. I remember feeling myself force a smile and a thank you as I twirled away. I could smell the smoke in the air and hear the clinking of glasses. I had never been around whiskey drinkers and hadn't even seen a movie that portrayed a strip club at that point. So, I think I was a stripper in a past life. In this life, the only thing that kept me from trying it was body dysmorphia in my 20s and the weird recollection of that dream. Looking back, at the time I would have considered it I was massively impressionable and addicted to everything...I don't think I would have walked out of that world alive. I love that the act of pole dancing has become so defiant and free. More empowerment. Less whiskey breath. Thank you for being so honest always. You've inspired this little past degenerate to drag out my old journals, organize and share them in a way that I always dreamed. ♥️

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