Ava Adore

Portrait: Daisy: The Sweetheart.

Part of breaking down stereotypes, throughout the years, is to humanize. In my “Portrait of a Girl” series, I’ll share with you some of my coworkers’ stories. I want to start with ‘Daisy,’ whom I met last Monday.

Daisy sat alone at the bar when I came in that night. She had a round face, a girl-next-door-feel, the kind of girl you could see playing sports, feeling right at home around guys, but with definite femininity. Long blonde hair framed her cute features.

When she danced, she had an endearing new-ness about her, within an experienced-looking costume. It turns out she’d danced before at the House but had taken a hiatus. Only 20 years old, she was back to help pay for school loans, like a lot of us.

She was loveable. Throughout the night I came back to talk with her, joke about our lives. I pointed out three gentlemen who hadn’t found company yet, suggesting we go over together, because she seemed shy.

Daisy declined. She actually wasn’t interested in customers. She got on stage, danced, and that was all. Gave no lapdances, no private rooms. She forwent the more profitable aspects of the profession because she had a boyfriend whom she loved very much.

I’m not saying that’s a good or bad position to take, but it was something I admired in the younger dancer. So the lesson here for you is: Not every dancer is the whore you make us out to be. Some of them are sweeter than you’ll ever know.