These Women Hate You-Part 1

[Charly22]

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I found this article on another website, written by a girl who used to be a stripper and escort. It's kinda graphic, and a cold hard look at what is going on with these girls and women. It's very harsh and almost mean spirited, if you are not prepared to hear the truth from a damaged girls perspective, look away:

These Women Hate You
First of all, if you are a male and you frequent strip clubs and use escorts, I want you to know that those women hate you.
If you've ever given money to a stripper, you've probably given money to a girl or woman who has spent the last 20 minutes laughing at you, either with the other girls or on the inside. You buy a lap dance and inside she's criticizing you, laughing at you, mocking you. She's mocking what you’re wearing, how you’re speaking and everything about you.
When a man would pay me to give him a lap dance I would spend the entire time internally laughing at his breath, his pimples, his fat belly, anything and everything I could. These women hate you, and no amount of money you can give them will make them like you any more.
I was underage when I was enmeshed in this life; I had just gotten a car and I was barely 16 years old. I can remember, very vividly, the first night I stripped. I was terrified. That first night was at a hotel that was pretty strict with its nudity policy, and all I had to do was wear lingerie and then try to sell it and garters. Easy...right?
I nearly chickened out entirely, but I had just been kicked out and needed that paycheck, I needed the promised tips and the 'big money' that everyone talked about. I was young and scared and needed to come up with my rent money quickly. Deanna was trying out her first night as an escort while I began here, in the hotel. It was terrifying, but I got through it. Halfway through the night customers began buying me drinks. I don't know how many I consumed but I remember being concerned about driving home.
Through that period of time I not only stripped. I also did bachelor parties and worked as an escort. The degradation and terror that is always there is just another part of the job. The hands, the greasy, disgusting hands, were always there, groping at you while the eyes were staring at you. I was little more than a walking Barbie doll, and I was critiqued by some, and worshipped by others. Of course, that worship consisted of men telling me what “nice t*ts” I had, or how they’d like to “bang that p*ssy”.
See, here's the deal: just as the men who come to the bar have to be completely devoid of empathy for the women they're buying, the women also have to be completely devoid of empathy for the men who are buying them. It's a survival thing, and besides, how can we like you when you're paying to own us? No, oftentimes women will think and fantasize about smashing your head in with a baseball bat while they gyrate in your lap. But of course, we can't really do that can we? For whatever reason, we must allow ourselves to be bought and sold for the erections that men get over the power associated with owning a human being.
So, while we may be thinking about how disgusting your teeth are, how horrible your breath is, what a stupid shirt you're wearing and how we'd like to run a cheese grater over your smug face, we're smiling and looking at you through submissive eyes as we robotically rub our bodies over yours. But that anger has to go somewhere doesn't it? And, just as with everything else, it does. The anger turns into something else, and oftentimes it is turned inwards. We starve ourselves and abuse ourselves, and let you abuse us because we believe we deserve it. Other times we dull the pain, using alcohol and downers to rid ourselves of the anger, to crush it and keep it in check.
Most often we use several of these options simultaneously. We turn our anger onto other women, onto ourselves and onto our children but we can't turn that anger onto men; that would be too dangerous. We learn, very early on and particularly when we strip, that men are dangerous. They are more dangerous than anything else we’ve ever known.
Be assured that the stripper you see hates you. She drowns her hatred in alcohol, or burns it in a cloud of pot smoke, but she’s still angry.
The life of a stripper is a life of sexual harassment. Men grope at you constantly, trying to put their fingers inside of you when you walk past. You are called names, and told to “Bring that c*nt over here you little whore”. And you do. You bring it over there because you've told yourself that you are powerful when you do so. That's yet another way to control the anger and the humiliation. You wrap it in empowerment, telling yourself that you're the one who’s really coming out on top. You tell yourself that you're the winner because that nasty f*cker gave you every bill in his wallet, but deep down inside you know what's really going on and you continue to medicate, you continue a cycle of ups and downs.
Sometimes, as a 16-year-old stripper, I would find myself on the floor of my rented bedroom at Deanna’s house, surrounded by the things I had taken from my room at my parent's house. I had a stuffed clown and large black and white stuffed panda bear. At times I would fall into a heap on the floor of that bedroom, an ashtray and a can of Old Milwaukee beer at my feet, while I cried into the fur of that panda bear. I remember thinking that if one more man tried to stick his fingers inside of me that night then I’d f*cking kill myself. I remember looking longingly at kitchen knives but always being too terrified to actually do it. And then, about an hour before we were due to leave, Deanna might knock softly on the door.
Sometimes, we lay on that floor together and cried. Me, a 16 year old girl with a bag of (various sex toys) stuffed into a briefcase for use with my ‘clients’ on the escort side of the business, and Deanna, a dark-haired, dark-eyed woman whose face showed more pain than any face I have known before or since. Sometimes we’d cry on the floor of that bedroom and then, after our tears were spent, we’d stand and smile and hug each other and go about the task of getting our things together.
We’d change into our makeup and our clothes and we’d leave and drive to whatever club we were due at, or to the office itself to await the phone calls of the men who wanted to buy us.
As a 16 year-old stripper I had men throw alcohol on me, I've been spit on and then been paid to rub it into my skin. I've been fingered by complete strangers as I walked past them. I've been slapped, grabbed, pinched and mauled by several men at once. I was called names and had my hair pulled. I've had men take their d*cks out of their pants and I've had men cum in their pants during a lapdance and then try to stick their hands in my mouth.
I've had men ask me my age, and on the rare occasion when I would tell them the truth, perhaps from some hope that they could help me, they told me that I was the same age as their daughter and then offered me money to sleep with them. I've heard sob stories about their horrible wives and families, and how the bitch stopped putting out as soon as he put a ring on their finger. I've heard all the stories, all the lies and all the bullshit.
I've had men call me the most vile things imaginable and I've had them pay me to do the sort of degrading things I can't even talk about.

Continued.....

[Charly22]

The anger that stems from this is all consuming; it eats away at you slowly, despite the efforts you make to contain it. A full 17 years later and I'm still enraged. The seed that was planted all those years ago has turned into a tree and that tree has branches that are vast. Every thread of anger goes down another path until I find even more anger at the end of it.
I remember now how angry men would get at me when I told them that the woman who stripped for them the night before was most likely silently laughing at your hair or teeth or bad clothes. I think about how angry men have become when I tell them that the poor woman whom he tossed his $20 at would probably just as soon have gouged his eyes out with her nails as looked at him. I remember how mad these guys got, how they seem to think that they should be able to buy not only the bodies of these women to degrade and to use, but that these women should also be grateful for it, they should actually like him.
They think to them, "Hey, I'm a nice guy! I was nice to her!” but never once do they connect the fact that buying another human being for the purpose of controlling that human is NOT a ‘nice guy’ thing to do. Of course she should like it, she’s a whore and she should love it when I give her money for doing what she would normally be doing for free anyway. They always seem so shocked when I tell them the extent of the hate. When I tell them the things that us girls would say behind their backs, or after our set when we would get back to the house. These men seem livid and surprised that we would discuss how you were so f*cking disgusting that it was all we could do not to throw up on you. Then, we’d knock back another shot.
Thinking about these guys, these men who get insulted that the object they purchased wasn’t particularly enamored with them, makes me even more irate.
The rage still consumes me, the anger lies just below the surface.
I remember it well, and now as I sit here typing on my laptop in my bedroom I realize that the anger and indignation is still just below the surface. I am disgusted by them. I am enraged at them. At this moment I can say that I literally HATE each and every single man who thought it was his entitlement to BUY a human being.
I learned that it wasn't about sexual excitement for these guys; it was about entitlement and degradation. It was about power and control, it was about owning another person, another human being. They were rarely just happy with just buying us, they wanted to degrade us and make us perform disgusting acts for them. I know that these men who visit strip clubs and who watch pornography and who pay prostitutes would also buy a slave to work the fields if they thought they could get away with it. These men who like to believe that they are forward-thinking 'nice' guys are the same men who would buy a slave, and to be completely honest, I don’t give a flying f*ck if that enrages them or not. These are the men that would buy another human being because they get off on power and control.
Buying a woman is little different than buying a slave, and I’ve been bought before. Cloaking it in ‘free will’ is a lie, a great big steaming lie. How much ‘free will’ does a 16 year-old have when she's been kicked out? Every girl I knew, every single one of them that I worked with, had stories. Those stories are stories that curdle the blood, stories of rape and incest, stories laden with abuse and selling the only thing they had of value in this society.
There is no doubt in my mind that these very men would purchase slaves, sexual or otherwise to work their fields and jerk them off when they wanted it.
Men who buy and look at pornography are exactly the same. These are also men who feed off of power and degradation the way a tick feeds off blood. They are parasites and they are incapable of finding any worth within themselves, therefore, they steal it from women, they take it and use it and then they look for more power when the rush of degradation has worn off. They believe, with every fiber of their being, that they have a right to buy human beings.
I want, once and for all, for men to know that women in the sex industry have been abused by men just like you. Rape and incest are the recruiters for the sex industry, and you are victimizing her just as her rapist did. She hates you and she hates all that you represent. She smiles because she must smile, she dances because she knows no other way, but she despises you and others like you.

[Vorlan]

Thank you for posting that Charley.

It wasn't easy to read that and throughout it a part of me was trying to deny it or say "but I wasn't that bad" or "it was only P" but in the end it's a bitter pill but truth that as a PA I'm in the same catagory as the disgusting men she describes.

I think one of the things about PA is that people tend to compartmentalise their lives; there is the you who watches P and there is another, very different, you who seems like the type of person who would never watch it. Personally I was always vocally anti-P in my normal life and I've always been the type to try to respect women in every way. In the end though whether I like it or not the part of me which would watch P is equally a part of me. I'm a hypocrite at best.

What this does do though is stiffen my resolve to do better and to be better than that, I don't know if I'll ever make up for my part in fuelling this sick industry but I'll keep trying.

Thanks again for posting this. It's very important that PAs read stories like this.

Best wishes,

Ben

[Mac]

Charly
That really was a great post. Thanks for putting it out there.
I agree with Ben, this is the type of thing all PA's need to read.
Back at the start of my recovery this was the kind of info that my wife and I shared and it had a huge impact on setting me in a good direction.
Thanks again
Mac

[RootedinGod]

Outstanding post, and some great information.
I too hope others read. Well done and informative.

RIG !

[Misty-Eyed Matthew]

WOW! A very hateful story from an anger lady. I agree with Vorlan, Mac, & RIG. I think every PA should read this story. It will open your eyes to how destructive P of any kind can be for those in the industry.

[gnein]

What's really sad about this story is that she was filled with anger and cynicism at the age of 16. that's way too young to be feeling that way. Yet, for those of us who are PAs, it's a reminder of what we're really contributing to. We're feeding an industry that doesn't care about it's people of it's consumers. It just chews people up and spits them out.

[rosie]

What's really sad about this story is that she was filled with anger and cynicism at the age of 16. that's way too young to be feeling that way. Yet, for those of us who are PAs, it's a reminder of what we're really contributing to. We're feeding an industry that doesn't care about it's people of it's consumers. It just chews people up and spits them out.

Totally agree with this.

What I found sad was this....

If you've ever given money to a stripper, you've probably given money to a girl or woman who has spent the last 20 minutes laughing at you, either with the other girls or on the inside. You buy a lap dance and inside she's criticizing you, laughing at you, mocking you. She's mocking what you’re wearing, how you’re speaking and everything about you. These women hate you, and no amount of money you can give them will make them like you any more.

They hate men. Of course they do. They want revenge? They degrade themselves to have power over men? Why would they want power over men? Could it be because 90% of them were raped/molested, and made to be powerless?

They are victims and perpetrators in a twisted industry. God, how it breaks my heart.

[Daniel]

Thank you for that major dose of reality Charly.

Another illustration, albiet an extremely vivid one, of the Human Cost and the real life tragedy that is ongoing in the P industry.

I pray this poor woman can find healing and peace.

Daniel

[astander]

I'd like for my husband to read that someday. Maybe someday.