Introduction to The Life of a Jewish Stripper, a Memoir (part of a series)
Introduction
First let me say I have a great respect for strippers and sex workers of any type and not just because I was one. It is not an easy job. They put up with a lot of shit and most of them are great women who as the cliché goes have a heart of gold. To be honest I miss it every day of my life. I miss the money, the attention, the feeling of power over men and the comradery with the other women. It is not as a glamorous a job as it may seem. I thought it was something I would never want to do with the rest of my life but if I was twenty-five or thirty forever I probably would do it if not forever then as long as possible. Perhaps I am romancing the past, because when I was in it at the end all I wanted was to get out. I only wish I had saved as much money as I could instead of wasting it on my ex-husband’s drug habit.
Let me just say that if you’re looking for a warm, fuzzy read this book is not for you. If curse words, anger and sexual situations offend you, I don’t suggest reading it. There is no happy ending here for the moment, I’m alone, no kids, not even many real friends except mostly Facebook friends most of whom I rarely talk to.
You’re probably wondering right now what is so interesting about a Jewish stripper or any stripper for that matter and how…