Monday night

Outfits: slutty suit, slinky black floral-patterned minidress, fishnets

Music: the Charlatans, the Strokes, Garbage, Marvin Gaye

Finally dragged myself into work after recuperating from school all weekend (and today) - back-to-back Eco tests on Friday and Monday mean my brain hurts and wants to let my body do all the talking tonight. Met some guys from Dallas who expressed an interest in getting a private show from Heidi and me but ultimately flaked. They did tell me some incredibly cheesy, funny jokes that I will be recycling this week.
The night was slower than last Monday, but then again I got out on the floor after happy hour had ended, which was pretty lucrative last week. It really was awfully slow again - I may have to seek out another club if this keeps up. I can't have these slow weeknights and try to play catch-up on the weekends, it's too exhausting. Can I go dance topless again? I don't mind the extra increment of contact, but there was a customer in tonight who tried to push my hand into his crotch - repeatedly - and that kind of behavior drives me crazy. I mean, if he stumbles across a dancer who'll do that willingly, more power to him, but when a guy tries to physically maneuver my body it grosses me out. I'm not talking about being touched - I'm talking about being manhandled. It's so very disrespectful. My dancing means that I am doing stuff to you - dancing for you and flirting with you and performing acrobatic lap tricks on you. It doesn't mean that I am a Gumby stripper to be bent into position and held there! I just think that there is a definite difference between a guy that wants to feel my skin and a guy who wants to forcibly hold me down on his lap. The former is what I consider a pretty normal reaction to having a naked or halfnaked girl in front of you. The latter is bullshit treatment of another human being as nothing but a physical object (yes, strippers are sex objects, but a sex object still has a personality and humanity within that objectification). Thank god that kind of shit is rare for me.
One of my favorite Latinos, Carlos, came in really late, around 1 am - I love him, he calls me "La Reyna" - "the queen". He's only 20 but like most Mexican guys is much more mature than his American counterparts.