I could never tell my mother that I am dancer. I asked her if she would approve if I did so for a living. Oh lord, she was horrified! How could you allow those men to ogle you? - it is so demeaning, so degrading, she said.
My mother is a wise woman, she introduced me to Germaine Greer, to Margaret Atwood and to Virginia Woolf - women that I hold in such high regard, I consider them to be the holy trinity of feminist authors.
Now, as a dancer, I have to be completely against this 'old-school' way of thinking. Let me just say one thing, as you are ogling me, who has complete control over the other? Your wallet does not possess me, I possess it and you come to my feet in reverence. (Note the dramatic tone, lol... I tend to do that...)
Don't get me wrong, I don't want to seem like a greedy bitch, in all honesty, dancing is the most fun I've had in a long time. It is more than liberating, it gives me the sexual rush that escorting could never offer.
I love to grind my ass on a man's hard cock, teasing and pushing him to his limits. I want my breasts tugged and squeezed and licked and sucked... I get so hot and bothered when he looks at my pussy - spread apart, but he's just not allowed to touch.
My mother will never see that aside from the money and the men, I'm actually having a type of fun I couldn't experience in school or with my friends, I'm showing the world that I'm no longer that nerdy, greasy haired goth-girl from high school.