I never day-dreamed about becoming a prostituted woman when I grew up, life just happened. Upon graduating high school in the early 70’s my mission was to attend college and get a degree in business. My vision for myself was not so different from other seniors who were also in my graduating class. I and a friend of mine decided to find a job over the summer months so that we would have money for college. The majority of adds in the newspaper read “Dancers needed, make big money, $1,000 per week”. This was quite a lot of money in the early 70’s. The two of us were no stranger to dancing, we thought “this is going to be easy money”. We went for the interview and were hired, we were told to start immediately which was the next day.
It took all of a couple of weeks to see that what I was doing was far from dancing; all in all, one thing led to another, me and my friend were separated within a month. The more seductive and sexual that I could dance the more money I made. Stripping turned into prostitution very quickly it became clear that this is where the real money was, after all every man in the audience was a trick and the club owners had no problems setting you up with them.
It took me almost one year to get out of this life, my friend was not as lucky. I never saw her again until we were both in our early 50’s. I asked her how and when did she get out of the life, she told me that she just got out, she said her boyfriend (pimp) had just recently died. Unfortunately not long after his death she went to sleep and never woke up. She was in her late 50’s. I always say I am one of the lucky ones. I was able to get out within one year. Just because dancing (stripping) is legal does not mean it’s not violence against women - stripping and prostitution go hand in hand.