One of the things I learned early in life is that you can't control what other people think. You also can't let it effect you. If people want to think that you're "naughty" or "evil" or whatever the hell is going around in their heads, all you can do is ignore them.
My youngest went through a phase of dressing like she'd bite rebar in half if given the chance. Black clothing, studded wristbands...she didn't miss a trick. She was a recovering agoraphobic and wanted to make people back off and not approach her in public. It worked, too...right up until she opened her mouth and started to talk and people realized that inside the "leave me the fuck alone" costume was a bright, funny, approachable person. She passed through that phase, thankfully, and now looks on the outside like she is on the inside.
The only stripper I ever knew personally before I got into this business was the single mother of a toddler. Her job gave her plenty of time during the day to spend with her son and plenty of money to buy him a nice apartment to live in and lots of toys. She could pay for a responsible person to watch him while she worked. I guess that effected the way I viewed strippers.
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