Z:
Where are you originally from?
T:
I get asked that a lot and it's a question that drives me nuts. My
dad was in the Air Force, so I lived all over the world. I was born
in Alaska, but only stayed there briefly. I never stayed in one place
long. Prior to Los Angeles, however, I was in Arizona.
Z:
Do you remember the first time you danced on stage?
T:
I was 14 the first time I danced, so that was a lot of joints ago. I don't
really remember my first time... on stage that is. It seems very normal
to me now. I rarely think about what I'm doing unless I'm in a club
I'm unfamiliar with.
Z:
14? Were you a teenage runaway?
T:
No, my dad was a dick and I finally stood up to him and he threw me out.
I spent my formative teenage years in and out of jail, and living on the
streets. I met a dancer who looked alot like me, and I used her ID. It was
not me and they knew but most bars really don't care as long as you have
enough ID to cover their ass. It's on you. I have taken time off here and
there for various reasons, but this has been my chosen profession.
Z:
That's some heavy stuff. Let's talk about music. What type of music do you
like to dance to?
T:
I like to dance to music that fits my mood. I'm very picky. One
of the things I love about dancing is getting to listen to music I really
enjoy. Very loudly. I like to keep people guessing. I feel
taste in music is a direct glimpse into ones mind.
Z:
Would you elaborate on that? So if one were to play Rage Against the
Machine, what does that mean?
T:
Well, I would have to say that the home music collection means a little more
to me than some girl playing Rage. I mean, a lot of girls don't care
what they dance to as long as the rhythm matches the way they dance. I guess
what I mean is, if I go to one girls house, and she has Miles Davis, Rage
Against the Machine, Black Flag, and Al Green, I'm gonna probably
relate to her more than the girl with the Alanis Morrisette, Tori Amos,
Matchbox 20, and Usher. Does that make sense?
Z:
I see what you mean. So in that case, what type of music do you listen to
at home?
T:
My taste in music is extremely diverse. I like everything from the
Doobie Brothers and the Eagles, to Ozzie or Etta
James. I love music. I like Rage Against The Machine, and
George Winston. Give it all to me!
Z:
OK, now, since you've been dancing for a while, what's the scariest thing
that happened to you at a club?
T:
Wow. That's a tough one. Uhm... I would have to say, in a very
small peep show place that I worked at, very early on in my, oh so lucrative
career as a stripper... [laughs] one night it was really slow. But
the vibe had been strange all night even though no one was there. All of
a sudden, the place was packed. It was just after a college football
game. No one was talking. They were just walking around staring at
the girls behind the clear glass of the booths in the back. We were tripping
out. Something was just weird that night. My friend Kelly was on the stage
up at the front.
Suddenly all the guys started trying to bust through the 2 way mirrors on
the stage. They could see her, but she couldn't see them. Our whole set up
was locked off. The stage, the dressing room, the booths. She was freaked
and jumped off the stage. Then the guys started trying to bust the door down
to get to us. We pushed all the furniture up against the door and just waited.
There was only a male DJ up front, and a cashier. No security at all. Finally
it all just stopped. Somebody had called the cops. When it was done 4 windows
on the stage were busted and the door jamb was broke. It was fuckin' freaky.
I don't know who those people were, or why they acted the way they did, but
they were trippin'!!
Z:
Were you scared? Or were you ready to kick some ass?
T:
No. I was scared out of my fuckin' mind. I was pretty young, but even today,
I think that would shake me up. There were so many guys really doing their
best to get to us, and they almost did.
Z:
Did anybody get arrested?
T:
I don't know if anyone got arrested. I didn't ask, but I would assume someone
did. I wonder what would have happened if they had reached us? I don't think
it was a joke to them.
Z:
That's pretty scary allright. I couldn't help but notice your tattoo
when you were on stage. Tell me the story behind your butt tattoo.
T:
Well, people misunderstand my tattoo
a lot. Some people get offended. Some people think I'm flossin'. No one really
gets it. The truth is, I'm a bit of a misanthrope. I just have become so
disgusted with humanity as a whole, and that can be a difficult thing to
have to defend. Many people don't understand how I dare be in this business
with the attitude I have. But the truth is, you have to be a little crazy
to make it in this business... and this world, for that matter. The people
who don't get my tattoo would get it, maybe, if they knew the past I come
from, or took time to worry about something other then their own personal
opinions. When they do however, I usually won't tell them any way. Suffice
to say, I'm just sorta pissed.
Z:
So you're just kinda mad at the world, I guess. Got any pet
peeves?
T:
That's a loaded fucking question man. First and foremost, I hate snitches,
liars and thieves. I'm kind of a loner so lots of things bug me. I think
I can answer that summarily by saying that people who expect me to behave
a certain way because of my job are my biggest peeve. Dancers are generally
thought of as spoiled, shallow primadonnas. Well many of them are, but those
are usually girls in their first or second year of dancing who are still
enchanted with the idea that they can get guys to pay attention to them by
getting naked.
The rest of us are fully aware of the fact that we are at the bottom of the
food chain. While we bring in the money, pay the club to be allowed to work,
pay the DJs, tip the bouncers, get guys to buy us drinks, buy our own drinks,
we are also very replaceable in the club's eyes. Sometimes you achieve a
sort of tenure, but even that is sort of shifty. We are also expected to
not trip on things that I think any human might have a problem with. Even
if I have just got my hair pulled, or my ass grabbed, or propositioned by
some sweaty guy that can't even tip me a fuckin' dollar, I am expected to
look cute and shut my mouth. Either you smile and put up with it or you are
a bitch. I guess I am a bit less able to put up with it than others.
Also, I get sick of the men who work in the clubs talking to me and other
dancers like we are employees. I don't get paid by the fucking club, so don't
rush me to go on stage, and don't tell me how to do my job. I don't respond
well to orders or shouting or expectations by people who are neither paying
me or fucking me.
Also, men, just because you are paying me to dance for you doesn't mean I
have to figure out how to be everything in a woman you ain't gettin' at home.
I am here for you to look at, not to demean or touch or give you my
life story.
Z:
I have to be frank with you. I know dancing is not all what it's cracked
up to be, but you don't sound like you enjoy dancing anymore.
T:
I don't really get how you get that from my answer. But that is the way people
perceive me alot. I love my job. I don't just like it, I love it. I love
being on stage. I love giving table dances. I love talking to people who
interest me and can teach me something I don't know. I don't like always
being expected to have a big smile on my face. I don't like guys who are
crass, or make me feel like I have to act like a slut to get their money.
I won't pretend to be something I am not for 20 bucks. I am only good at
being myself and that is very very hard in this job.
Z:
Have you thought about doing something else?
T:
No, I don't think about doing anything else. At least not yet. I don't really
know anything else, except waitressing and dancing is more fun. I think that
alot of people do not realize how physically and mentally demanding this
job is. A lot of girls suffer from burnout fairly regularly in the first
few years they work. After that though, many long term girls operate in a
perpetual state of this.
I do love what I do. I just don't like everyone I do it for. I have walked
away from money I could have had if I would just shut my mouth and put up
with being pawed and treated like a bimbo so many times. I don't give a fuck
how much money someone does or doesn't have. If they can't act appropriately,
then they can give it all to the slut in the corner who will grind on their
lap for 10 dollars. I don't want it.
Z:
I understand that. Let's talk about your personal life. What do you like
to do in your spare time? Hobbies?
T:
Well, I like to be alone a lot, and I date a little bit. I love to read.
I have a voracious appetite for information. I'm a TV junkie, especially
MTV and A&E. I hang out with my girlfriends, smoke a lot of weed, take
the occasional hallucinogenic. I write a lot also, because I have to. And
I love snowboarding.
Z:
You are alone a lot. And you write because you have to. Any connection there?
What do you mean you have to write? Isn't this what they say about serial
killers? [Laughs]
T:
[Laughs] Yeah, you best watch out! It shocks me sometimes. The more years
that go by, the more I need to be alone. I like the peace and quiet. All
I do is talk all night long. So after work and during the day, I could go
forever without hearing another voice. Except for my dearest friends of course.
I don't know if there is a connection there or not. I've always had to write.
I don't keep a constant journal. I write when I'm upset and when I'm drunk.
I have amassed a healthy collection of material. I don't know what to do
with it though. I'll probably become famous after I die. "That crazy bitchy
stripper could read and write." [Laughs]
Z:
[Laughs] You talk about close friends. What type of guys or gals are you
attracted to?
T:
I like people who are able to handle the fact that I can be difficult. I
can be very moody, and I disappear mentally, if not physically, a lot. I
have a hard time getting close to and trusting people. So I need to make
friends at my own pace.
Z:
So you are attracted to people who don't mind you being difficult? I guess
that's hard to find, right?
T:
Oh yeah. But I am such an elitist, I don't mind. The people I have let in,
are, for the most part, the best people I have ever met. They also usually
don't find me difficult and understand the way my brain works. The rest of
the world, I don't care about.
Many people seem to have a need for everyone to like them right away. Especially
people who are not paying attention to them and I have become much more tolerant
in the last few years. But sometimes I just can't deal with people who want
to play like we are tight when they have no idea who I am or where I come
from. And the truth is, I don't want them to. Once, I care though, I am pretty
die hard. If I care about someone, I would kill for them and I expect the
same in return.
Z:
I have to kill for you?
T:
Oh shut up Z. [Laughs] You know what I mean. You like me, don't cha? Don't
ya? If you came to me as my friend and something had happened to you that
you could not handle alone, I would not stop until I had helped you to your
satisfaction. Whatever my friends need, even if we had been busy and not
talked for a minute, they can have money, shelter, someone's ass kicked...
whatever... If you can find any of them, ask 'em. They'll tell you. [Laughs]
Z:
OK, what about entertainment. Do you have any favorite movies or TV shows?
Have you seen any lately?
T:
My taste is so diverse I could never play favorites. I love the movie
Friday
with Ice Cube,
Natural
Born Killers is by far my favorite movie. The directors cut. Juliette
Lewis' character is my hero.
Z:
Boy, I saw that coming. I assume you relate to that angry character. Is that
why?
T:
I just love that she is so beautiful, and yet bitter about it. I love that
she came from a fucked up background and decided to take the high road. But
I wish people wouldn't focus so much on my anger. It is a large part of who
I am, but if you look, I'm so much more than that.
Z:
The high road? She became a serial killer. That's not the high road.
T:
The high road to me is any path that is socially unredeemable. It is easy
to swallow ones anger, I think. Easy to be a sheep. Especially when you come
from a family that is intent on making you be just that. It takes a lot of
balls to decide to break away from the acceptable. And even more balls to
hurt all the people that have hurt you.
Z:
OK. What about other movies?
T:
Any Clint Eastwood spaghetti western. I am addicted to behind the music on
VH1. And, the stripper standard... Perry Mason. So many club workers
love that show 'cause if you are too lazy to pay your cable bill and they
shut it off, it's the only thing on network TV that's on every night at 3
am.
Z:
I noticed you have a lot of books. Any good books you've read lately?
T:
Reading is my passion. I didn't complete much of my education due to forces
beyond my control, so I really tried to self educate. I love Charles Bukowski.
I think he is a genius. I like Doris Lessing who wrote
Briefing
for a Descent into Hell. I like Clive Barker, and also collect books
of information. I have a short attention span so those are my favorites.
My newest additions are The Book of Lists and The Dictionary of
Misinformation. I read any magazine I can afford to buy, newspapers,
tabloids. Anything that I can learn from without having to hear a human voice.
Z:
What about the Internet? Do you surf alot?
T:
I do like to surf. But I'm not into chat so much. Once in a while, it's cool.
But I like the Internet because I can learn so much so directly. There is
alot of shit there that you can not find anywhere else. I especially like
the more anti information sites. The ones that clear up the area between
what the media tells you and the truth. I don't always know where I am, but
I learn alot.
Z:
You're like a sponge. You seem to have a lot to say about the strip club
industry. Do you have any words of wisdom for other dancers?
T:
You know, I think that women are really
lucky to have this venue where if you are tough enough to make it through
the crap from the guys, and the drama, you can successfully make a living
and have a huge amount of personal freedom. But I really think that the key
to this business is to never take any crap, never feel pressured into any
thing, and never... ever.. compromise who you are on the inside for the sake
of that extra few dollars. You have to be able to look at yourself in the
mirror every morning, or the face of your lover or children, and be content
with who you are as a person. As soon as you let either your money, or your
ego dictate your moral structure, the game is over, whether you realize it
or not. Don't ever let the customers, the owners, the managers or the other
girls get you down. Fuck 'em. They aren't the ones who matter. The only people
that matter are the people you choose to love. And remember, if your gonna
run with the big dogs, don't piss like a pup.
Z:
Is this like your mission statement for dancers? You sound so closed up,
and unavailable. How can you talk about the people you choose to love? Are
you really a softy on the inside and just trying to hide it?
T:
How do I sound closed up? Because I don't giggle and say how fun it is? I
just hate to see these girls come into the business and get all thrilled
about being able to get guys to give them money, or being told how cute they
are. What they don't realize is that guys just love to see girls naked. It
doesn't make you any better than anyone else. And alot of girls get a real
big ego.
Z:
That's true.
T:
Also, I feel sorry for girls who let customers and club workers take advantage
of them because they think they have to or because they need the money. It's
really sad to see these same girls later on in their careers when reality
sets in. I can talk about the people I choose to love because they know who
they are and they know the place I have in my heart and my life for them.
I'm not trying to hide anything on the inside. I am who I am and that is
all.
Z:
That sounds like Popeye. [Laughs] I guess that's enough for tonight. Thanks
a bunch for this interview. I've known you for a while but I'm only now starting
to find out what makes you tick.
T:
I'm glad you are starting to care what makes me tick. I'm like that song...
I'm just a boy whose intentions are good... Oh lord, please don't let me
be misunderstood!

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