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How working in the adult industry helped me grow. Ok, so this is a bit of a tribute to that 'Tall Dark Tree' of a man that saw me.
I remember the man I called Dad telling me 'it takes a woman to raise a man and a man to raise a woman.' After years of being shushed for something that I couldn't handle on my own, someone saw me. This stranger saw where the rage and angst came from and showed me how to use it to my benefit.
We had just moved to Georgia and I was such a rebellious angry teen. It was the late 90s/early 2000s, I was in my last two years of high school and I was hit with a culture shock on top of my issues, I was 'Token' thrown in to Freaknik'! Being a black nerd wasn't really a thing in ATL back then, you was just weird. So, I had had lot of anxiety and rage and I needed to get it out.
The Crunch Fitness at the Hwy 78 was where 'He' saw me. I was 17 and the only girl in the boxing class. All the other guys thought it was cute that I was so mean, but 'He' recognized it was a fear. 'He', saw something in me that I couldn't see and he wanted to not only help financially but help me on my journey to heal. Who was 'He?'
The Man Was Planted
'He' saw me because he saw so many other girls and women that had the same experiences as me. 'He' was the GM of Jazzy T's, back in the day. Yup! But no this isn't a story about trafficking, this is my story of how a grown ass man taught me to use my femininity to my advantage. And might I add, 'He' is to this day the sexiest, tall, dark chocolatey, black man I have ever seen and that smile, Dear Sweet Baby Jesus! I can still see it after all these years. And the waves in his hair could make a fish dizzy. I had to give you a little visual.
Being the industry that it was, I can't speak for anyone else's experience but mine. My entrance into this industry was awesome to me. 'He' knew I was tough, he met in a fighting spirit. 'He' let me know that inside that club I was safe and I felt it. 'He' told me to stay to myself, those other girls didn't mean me any good. (That's a whole 'nother story of how I learned not to trust anyone with your drink.) When all the other girls walked out with bags, 'He' showed me how to hide my money, NEVER look like an easy target.
Flat Booty Black Girl
When it came to dancing, well I was a joke! All I had going for me was having an innocent look, big tits, and I sassy personality. I couldn't twerk back then to save my life. See, I was in the club era where no one could touch you, consent or not, touching was a no-no, period. Because I was underage, I could only work for three hours on the floor and not that I would have, but no stage for me. Best believe security as watching the hell out of me. I felt protected.
Even though I didn't have anything to pop or twerk, 'He' help me gain the confidence and courage as a woman that I had the right to be feminine without being disrespected. Talk about a lesson in self love from all place and from all people.
So that's it, in a nutshell. I wasn't manipulated or forced into this industry. I was introduced to it by another industry worker that saw the good in the community. 'He' understood the power of the kitty and me to take my power back.
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