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Filtering by Tag: Showgirls



Hey look at this sad stripper trope alive and well and funded by IFC.

Hey look at this sad stripper trope alive and well and funded by IFC.

Last week I was so furious perusing my Netflix suggestions, as none of them came even CLOSE to passing the Bechdel test. I'm bored of movies that only feature women portraying wives. SO BORED. AND ALSO ANGRY.

So you could not imagine the SQUEAL OF DELIGHT when someone on the internet alerted me to the fact that there was a LESBIAN STRIPPER MOVIE.

Ohmyfuckinggod. That's ME. People call ME a lesbian (as much as I loathe the word 'lesbian', I do not object when people refer to me as one... my old blog, after all, was And if you're new here, yes, I am a stripper. A proud and happy one since 2010. 


It's a movie! Made by women! (Lesbian women?!?! I think so?) HOLY SHIT IT'S A DREAM COME TRUE.

So I slipped under the covers, carefully arranged my jar of Nutella on my nightstand, flipped open my laptop, and pressed PLAY. 

I always reviewed movies that depict strippers. I would address where I, as a stripper, found them relatable and realistic, and where they completely missed the mark. Showgirls, Striptease, Flashdance, Dancing at the Blue Iguana... The Night Porter (there's a hot strip scene and I love me some Charlotte Rampling). I've seen them all. The last stripper-depiction I wrote was more of a rant (and deservedly so). If there's a stripper movie I've missed, please tell me so I can promptly include it in my VERDICT series. 

I didn't watch the trailer (I feel like that ruins the surprise) so I just got out my legal pad and jumped right in for what I was hoping to be a radical feminist realization of a life and career I choose and love. 

I'm familiar with Natalia Leite and Alexandra Roxo as they made a docu-series for VICE back in 2014. I watched it, and it bummed be the fuck out but I didn't say anything publicly because I don't like to shit on other women who are making their own media. It's hard enough as it is. The series was called Life as a Truck-Stop Stripper, although I think a more apt name for it should have been Slumming on a Hipster Road Trip to New Mexico Paid for by VICE (PS We Tried Stripping).

 I felt mocked while I was watching it. 


I didn't shit on it then but after two seconds in to Bare I decided it was time. Because this movie is a 90-minute dump on me and my stripper sisterhood. And when you shit on my family, I will pick it up and throw it back at you. 

It starts off with - you guessed it - drugs. 

Never seen anyone do drugs quite like this but Paz is a unique woman.

Never seen anyone do drugs quite like this but Paz is a unique woman.

(Spoiler alert: Paz de la Huerta is a drug-dealing pimp!)

Then she says this:

I'll say this: Dianna Agron is becoming a really strong actress. Her awful fake-cry attempts from her Glee days are but a distant memory as she plays Sarah. 

Then oh look all the strippers are hanging out and doing drugs again:

This is one of the actual strippers from the Every Woman series. They cast all the real dancers to act out their shitty projections of what they really think of them. My heart aches. 

This is one of the actual strippers from the Every Woman series. They cast all the real dancers to act out their shitty projections of what they really think of them. My heart aches. 

Dianna Agron's character only works when she's high, she falls in love with Paz and they fuck on Peyote, Dianna is ashamed as fuck when her piece of shit boyfriend finds out. Dianna collapses between two eighteen wheeler trucks, sobbing:


Then she gets arrested for cocaine possession!

And it all ends with stealing the end from Showgirls. 

As I watched it, my stomach ached from just such a shitty depiction of a life that I know, that I live, that I love. Strippers work tirelessly to undo all the shitty stereotypes and to have two hipster journalists/artists come along and set my crew back five fucking years hurts my feelings. It infuriates me. 

Bare does pass the Bechdel test. Paz and Dianna are talented actresses. 

As far as stripper movies go, it's trite. As far as sex work depictions go, it's part of the problem. 

If you're a civilian, SIT THE FUCK DOWN. The story of strippers has been told by you so many times and look where it's got us. A week of slumming on VICE's dime does not make you part of our club. This movie could have been made at any Brooklyn bar (where I live, where the director lives or lived at the time of Every Woman). The story is about a bored girl who is "seduced by a world of drugs and danger." The stripping has so fucking little to do with the plot. You used strippers in your movie like men use women to sell everything else: to catch the eye, to get the ratings, to reduce us to the sum of our parts. To contribute to the patriarchal narrative that a woman who uses her body as she pleases is shameful. 

STRIPPERS. SEX WORKERS. Get at me. Let's talk about this. Tell me how this movie made you feel (you can watch it on Netflix). Tell me about the kind of stripper movie you want to see because goddamit I'm going to make it. 




The Amazon Wish List


If you've ever wanted to participate in producing content for my blog, now's your chance!

Since I'll never disclose the whereabouts of my hustle, you can provide good book and blog fodder by doing what civilians have been doing for goddesses since the dawn of time:

Send gifts. 

I've been at the dry humping game for over five years. It's almost embarrassing that I've yet to create an Amazon Wish List. Every colleague of mine has one. In recent years, it's been deemed a little bit controversial, because Amazon (like most people, companies and American entities) is terrified of being associated with the billion-dollar industry of adult entertainment (which I find kind of ironic, since I usually feel like I'm pandering to toddlers). So in case I need to disclose this now, I will not be fucking you if you buy me a Showgirls poster. I will, however, love you forever. 

Alas, the day has come: THE OFF DUTY RIPPER WISHLIST. 

You may notice that I haven't listed any micro-dresses with sequins and cut-outs, fake lashes, or self-tanner. That's because I have enough lycra g-strings to have chronic yeast infections for the rest of my natural born life. 

My true wish is for down-time decadence. Because strippers are humans, and we crave human experiences like napping, peeing standing up, and being swaddled in animal print. And don't forget Nutella. We always need Nutella. 

And I really want to tell y'all about peeing standing up! 

For every gift there will be a blog post.

So, if you're inspired, click here.