Welcome to the Jungle : Is your comfort of your own concern?

Welcome to the mothafuckin jungle baby. I compare the strip club to a jungle all the time. I often times feel like it’s a free for all—I love the burning flames of shameless glory . Nothing quite like an entertainer, boldly bent over in front of a customer on stage, pulling her panties to the side, enticing him by sliding her fingers in her slit. Men, shamelessly spending money and walking around with half chubs or full on bricks in their pants. Sweaty bodies, the sweet smell of pussy and women, and money— it’s heady. A space devoid of social constructs and rules—it’s glorious, it’s wild, it’s feral, it’s lustful. We’re all just a bunch of animals. Lol ✨

This past week at work was filled, for me, with fun flirting, hot grinding, and unsuspected connections. The level of intimacy I create not only captivates the majority of my clients, but often times, I find myself spun up in my own web of carefully placed kisses and touches. The closeness is hot, the roaming, yet respectful hands are teasing, and the soft notes of earth and flowers, dancing delicately on my skin, gives my clients(and me) a sense of ease. Again, just how I like it.

Intimacy and safety and comfort are things that are becoming harder and harder to find in the club. Actually, I have to ask. Were they ever here in the first place? I like being that intimate and safe space for clients. A space where they can truly relax, without concerns of being robbed or drugged or feeling the need to have an impenetrable wall built up. Feeling my client’s tension melt away under my fingers and thighs; that, to me, is a sign of a good time. That’s what I want for everyone that crosses my path. I want them to feel secure and cared for. I want their arousal handed over to me blissfully unencumbered by fear or shame.

The lack of comfort in the club kind of ties into my frustrations in my diary entry, “Entry One”, but I won’t get into that. All I’ll say is, comfort and security in the strip club is sparse, maybe that plays into my analogy of the club being “a jungle”. Maybe the lack of comfort is the grove of the jungle that I’m not so enthused about.

So, I have questions for all you strip club attendees! Do you want to be comfortable or feel safe when attending clubs or do you like the edginess? Is intimacy valued and sought after or is detachment preferred? Do you care about strippers caring about you? What can an entertainer do to make you feel safe?

Maybe I’m being too soft, who knows, but I feel as if my tender side separates me from the rest, and I value that within myself and within the space.

Til next time.

With Love Always, Infinity 💋