Ava Adore

Strippercrushes

Alright… this is another one of those weird, strippers-only locker room conversations. As I’ve said before, it’s a whole other world with its own guidelines and we all recognize it; that was actually something Lo., Mi., and I were laughing about last night—how you could never repeat what we say ‘in public’ because it wouldn’t be taken the same way.

Context. The context is everything.

Anyway… Most of the girls have ‘strippercrushes.’ It’s like a straight girl saying “I’d go gay for so-and-so,” or the slang for the hetero-equivalent of “girlcrush”—which is to say, there’s a surface value to it. There is a quality about them which makes them crushworthy, were you to swing that way, but it’s not serious.

There’s a level of inaccessibility; most (though not all) “girlcrushes” are on celebrities, models, and so forth. In hetero-land, it often also involves a talent, like singing (e.g. Hayley Williams). And that’s valid, it’s nice to see people appreciated across spectrums and appreciated within the growing safety nets of expanding sexualities.

Strippercrushes are kind of like that.

There are girls at the club that I have strippercrushes on because I like their rhythm, like Ds.; or because they have a style that I find attractive, like Ry. and Dy.; or because they can do sick tricks, like Rm.; not particularly because I’d sleep with them. There’s an admiration there and a comfort level.

Then there is the all-out benefit of my job, rare as it may be, being a lesbian working a strip club, as Lx. had asked. Rarely, there is a girl I’m actually attracted to. Mind you, the girls at the House are hot. No two ways about it. Hands down some of the loveliest looking ladies you’ll ever gather in a space.

But, as any good lgbt politique knows, that doesn’t mean I want to hit it.

I was attracted to Lx.; that is why I used ‘girlboner’ when describing her in addition to strippercrush (Stay classy, San Diego). The fact that she has a boyfriend and left the club to work at Sapphire in NYC put a damper on any chance I had of her appearing under the Christmas tree, though, and I don’t do casual.

That was minor league in comparison to the ladyboner I got last night over Lo. She’s the first stripper that has the ability to transcend ‘strippercrush’ and may be slowly making her way into legitimate crush. It’s too soon to tell: I’ll let you know how that goes.

(C’mon, you want the good, the bad, and the ugly of being a lesbian working at a strip club. I said I’d bare all, and I am.)