I could not be more stoked about this interview with the brilliant witch-goddess Kristen Korvette. If you're not already familiar with Slutist, you need to be.
Our first introduction to Jacq The Stripper was through her stark, captivating drawings depicting nightly strip club scenes where dancers dispense wisdom in six-inch heels. “Money rules the world,” reads one memorable installment posted on Instagram. “But you know what rules money? Pussy.” This quote is attributed to “Selena, 29, Kazakhstan,” and shows a curvy brunette with a hard mouth sporting a blue bodycon. Another recent favorite? “I used to love Halloween, until I realized I could dress like a slut all the time and get paid for it.” This one is straight from Jacq’s mouth, hanging off the pole in fishnet thigh highs as she drops another witticism in our eager laps.
After delving deeper into this writer/artist/comedian/stripper’s slutty oeuvre, we discovered and soon devoured her new book, The Beaver Show. As in her drawings, salty one liners abound, but Jacq The Stripper (real name Jacqueline Frances) goes far deeper in her story of sex work and survival. This funny, feminist memoir resists the “sad sex worker” trope, yet fearlessly describes the harsh realities of navigating the particular brand of misogyny that thrives in strip clubs (and the world over). With a flair for self-analysis and self-deprecation that makes her an irresistible protagonist, Jacq transports her readers from dance floors in Sydney and Melbourne to Santa Fe, New York City and the backwoods of Alberta. This slut positive polymath’s book is both relatable and radical — an important and consistently entertaining read.
It really feels like you didn’t push a political agenda with this book, and yet I loved how you nailed this super anti-patriarchy mic drop at the end. Some narratives about sex work or stripping are all “I’m gonna prove to you why this is feminist and empowering,” but you’re like “these are some horrible things, these are some good things” just like any other fucking job. You did it a service by not having an agenda. Is that a correct read?
That’s just who I was when I was 23. I didn’t have a brand of feminism then. I just graduated from university, and I was naive to think I was going to be an ad exec within the year. But I graduated in May 2009. There was nothing out there. I had a job for three months in advertising and I hated it. So I started traveling, then became a stripper, and once I realized how fun and lucrative it was, saw no reason to do anything else. It took me a year to come out of the stripper closet, to tell my family, my friends that that’s was what I was doing, because it took me a year to even start to understand what it meant to be a sex worker in the grand scheme of slut-shamey patriarchy.
Read the full interview here.
I am: feeling myself
By Day: drawing in bed
By Night: dry-humping for dollars
My Vices: blue cheese and attention
My Virtues: I’m pathologically optimistic
The Present: … please pledge my Kickstarter!
The Future: THANK YOU FOR PLEDGING MY KICKSTARTER! SEE YOU ON TOUR.
Favorite Flavor: rogue river blue or a perfectly stinky stilton
Favorite Feeling: making people laugh
Favorite Fabric: stretch crushed velvet, preferably in the form of a custom-made onesie
Substance is: My mum always says “be interested rather than interesting.” She is a righteous queen.
Style is: not giving a fuck about what’s in style
Slut is: power