What really happens in the dressing room

by Kat on April 13, 2011 · 3 comments

in Blast From the Past, Strippers, Tools of the Trade

photo by Honey sfhoneypot.blogspot.com

Tits and Sass loves Lily Burana‘s piece in Salon this week, When We Were Strippers.

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Mina April 13, 2011 at 3:23 pm

WOW. This article so takes me back. I danced in the late 90s/early 2Ks and one of my strongest memories was being taken under the wings of the two top girls at the club from Day 1. They adopted me, they taught me, they tutored me, they took zero shit, and they never for a second let themselves be degraded by it and made sure I knew how to do the same — and that I had the right and an obligation to.

For awhile, until the club turned to shit (as unfortunately, they so often do), most of those of us who worked there really had that sense of supportive camaraderie. It was real.

“There was something reassuring about slumping onto a dressing room stool on a bad night, tossing a fistful of sweaty singles on the red counter and groaning, “Oh my God,” and a girl inspecting her tan lines at the full-length mirror would roll her eyes and say, “I know, right?” So true and it’s what got me through it.

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Lily Burana April 13, 2011 at 4:28 pm

Hee hee–look at all those platforms!

Couldn’t be happier to get the Tits and Sass Seal of Approval! If I knew how, I’d create a little Make It Rain .gif and shower you all with my virtual gratitude. <3

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Aiko June 8, 2011 at 8:41 pm

Lily Burana is amazing. I loved Strip City and the way she wrote this piece, too. Thanks for linking this story.

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