Ava Adore

Why I Do It: Part I: Physical.

The answer to the question, “So, why are you a stripper?” is incredibly complex and layered, so I actually have to answer it in 5 posts, as I could probably write a 25 page term paper on it, citing sources. This is an abridged version.

PART ONE: Physical: ‘Go On, Take the Money and Run.’

We’ll start at the surface: I’ve always wanted to do this. My friends in high school knew this about me—and that’s a decade ago. I think I first went to a dance club around 9th grade with some older friends to a pseudo-rave. And yes, I was out as a lesbian by then, too.

Clubbing was always fun for me. I liked to dance, I liked music, and I liked people (in the broad sense of the term ‘like’). Until the summer before senior year in high school, I was devoutly straightedge, so I can’t say I liked booze too—but that’s changed now.

I still like to dance. I still like music. I still like people (generally). I now like to drink. And, surprise, I like naked girls. I had enough of all of these 2 nights a week at the local gay clubs, complete with access to a stripper pole, but going clubbing costs money.

Why pay $10 cover and $5/drink to do something I could get paid to do? As it was, people would joke and toss money at Lilah and I when we danced. (And I should point this out, because I’m sure she’d like me to: Lilah isn’t gay. People think she’s ‘gay-by-association,’ haha.)

So now I can dance and drink and listen to music and talk to people and get great exercise and escape from my boring 9-5 and watch naked girls—and get paid. There’s no losing there.