Now, usually patrons are not allowed to take a picture inside the club. But, apparently, when one is an eccentric, possibly dangerous, “person of interest,” spy-chic, genius, millionaire, bad boy, with a knack for big tipping, exceptions are made…
Shot as part of his recent interview with the London Sunday Times. Check out the article http://www.thesundaytimes.co.uk/sto/newsreview/features/article1192954.ece
He carried himself like a movie star, and emitted an aura of devilish play. I accepted the tip and politely declined the invitation out for drinks and company later that night. (The list of downsides I was mentally calculating included things like waking from a drugged euphoric haze in international waters with no GPS beacon.) Though anyone with perfect flare for the dramatic, a story of depth and complexity, and a persona that fills a room intrigues me. After all, I can relate in my own way.
What caught me about our brief conversation was the quality he described as being singularly important in his relationships, honesty. Not many men I know could come by a harem of women honestly. Ok, maybe a couple. But he related that at his age, he doesn’t want to worry about the sloppy subjectivity of love and desire, and so he turns to professionals. I appreciate that.
In my short career as a stripper, I’ve encountered many men (and they have all been men who have said this to my face) who have confronted me with accusations of dishonesty. They suggest that I lead men on, or manipulate emotions falsely, or that the only thing I get out of my job is money, that there is nothing real about the hustle. None of these are entirely true. I am a performer. I am a nude entertainer and dancer, a story-teller, and a terribly wonderful flirt. I don’t find my work dishonest. It is true that I am off the clock when my shift is over. It is also true that I am present for my patrons, and that the exchange is genuine, energetic, and real. Many of them are wonderful, honest people themselves, who know exactly the types of relationships that they want and enjoy. I have a livelihood that can be measured in desire and fantasies. It is a subjective arena, but it is not dishonest. Besides, there isn’t much you can hide wearing nothing but a pearl necklace and a pair of thigh-high boots. Not much.
Yours,
Ster£ing
