Stripping In Real Life

So, I’ve never actually been to a strip club. Honestly, it’s not something I’ve ever given much thought to until I met with Shandra this spring and came on board this film. Strip clubs and people who frequent them were almost the same as television shows to me. I knew they existed. I knew some people made a living because they existed. But they were mostly pretend and had no actual bearing on my life. Every once in a while when they came up in conversation, they were referred to in one of two ways: either they were havens of rest where men could relax and women could express their inner divas while shedding their inhibitions or they were dens of iniquity with horrors and evil torments behind every pole and around every corner.

We’ve all seen the bad movies that tell the story of the single mom who regretfully and shamefully strips in order to put food in her babies’ mouths. Or, on the other end of the movie spectrum is the sleazy–borderline porno–flick that shows a young hot chick who is completely in control of her life and is strategically using her sexiness to advance her dream to be a dancer, nurse, teacher  or insert stereotypical female aspiration here. Real life isn’t like that. And before you bring it up… Sure, anecdotally there are stories like NeNe Leakes‘ who credits a temporary stint on the pole for reinstating her confidence after an abusive relationship. But I’m not talking about a few months in a club. I’m not talking about the pole dancing class at your gym. I’m talking about a girl without options. Someone who knows this world like it’s home. It’s not a story to her. It’s life. And it’s neither the end of humanity as we know it, nor is it a golden path to easy money and free living. It’s much more insidious than that. It’s seductive. And addictive. And lucrative. It’s also sticky. Real sticky. So much so that getting out can be virtually impossible. Possibly fatal. That’s the story of Make It Rain. It’s a sexy thriller that never forgets to stay true to the heart of the woman at its core.

And truth be told, I still have yet to set foot in a club. That’s yet a whole other blog post for a whole other day. (The time draws near.)

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