Archive for the "Rants" Category
Nov15

Slut

Posted at 10:52 AM • 54 Comments

Last night while performing at a bachelor party, a guy in the crowd started rather aggressively calling me a slut. It began when I asked another guy in the crowd to stop coming so close to me because it was making me nervous, which he apologised for and politely stepped back. For some reason this upset his friend, who snapped at me, “Whatever, you’re a slut, you don’t get a say.” My first reaction was to instantly send my brain into a frenzy of thought so I could snap back with some witty remark and put him in his place, but then I realised, “Why bother?”

People like this just aren’t worth getting upset over. I remember a few months ago performing at another bachelor party where about five guys in the crowd were being disrespectful pigs and saying some really shit stuff about me, so I stopped my show and turned around to them and said, “Look, guys. I’m here doing a show for your friend’s bachelor party and if you keep this up I’m gonna walk out, so at least have enough respect for him to not ruin his night and waste everyones’ money.” I had assumed this would shut them up, but no, one of them looked at me like I was an utter joke and said, “Shut the fuck up, you dumb whore, and just show us your fucking cunt already, we’re not paying you to speak.” Naturally, I flipped the fuck out and started screaming abuse at the guys which only fired them up more. I ended up leaving halfway through my show feeling very upset and shaken up, and feeling pretty bad for the guy who was getting married because he was nothing but polite and profusely apologetic the whole time.

That incident taught me never to bite back, because you can’t talk sense into people like that. If they don’t even care enough about their friend to not ruin his one big night, they’re certainly not going to care about anything I say so it’s one of those things that even though it does make me feel uncomfortable, I just have to let it go and be the bigger person. To be honest I find it much more therapeutic to write about it in my blog than to start screaming at them and end up having it ruin my night.

I think the thing that bothers me the most about that kind of behaviour is that I simply do not understand why. It’s like people who troll the internet and make snide remarks on my pictures that I’ve gained weight, or tell me I’m ugly, or try to make me feel bad about myself in some other way. If I said something nasty about someone’s appearance and made them feel bad, I would feel absolutely fucking horrible. Saying shit stuff about people doesn’t make me feel any better about myself, it doesn’t make me happy, it doesn’t make me feel superior, it just makes me feel like an asshole.

A lot of people are quick to blame insecurity and jealousy, and while I think that probably is the driving force behind a lot of it, I don’t think that holds true 100% of the time. I know that a lot of people mask their insecurities by saying mean things about other people to make themselves feel better about the way they look, but I’m pretty sure the attractive, muscular football player looking guy calling me a slut last night wasn’t intimidated by my average figure. I just think he was a total loser.

If you have a problem with strippers and think we’re all dumb, trashy whores who don’t even deserve a basic level of respect, there’s a simple solution – don’t fucking watch strip shows. I don’t give a fuck if you don’t respect me, I accepted that a lot of people would think poorly of me the day I decided to become a stripper, but if you find what I do that disgusting just leave the room for 20 minutes while I perform.

I’d rather be a ’slut’ than a fucking loser who takes pleasure in being mean to people.

Oct15

You are not an author

Posted at 9:08 PM • 9 Comments

People often tell me I should write a book about my experiences as a stripper / nude model.

Quite frankly, I don’t really believe I have anything to say that people would actually pay money to read. Yeah I’ve done some cool shit, seen some crazy stuff, but my life definitely hasn’t been something worth spending a lot of money to publish on paper and sell in book stores.

I’ve always found it rather funny how many strippers have an urge to write down their memoirs – it seems every girl with a decent education and an acceptable grasp of the English language who decides to take her clothes off for money wants to write a book about it. I honestly can’t even count how many budding authors I’ve worked with over the years.

The truth of the matter is that nobody wants to read a book about a well adjusted, normal girl who decides to strip for a living, because that’s just not interesting. Throw in some substance abuse, shady characters, an absent father and a strong moral message about how the adult industry nearly destroyed you but now you’ve come through it to be a better person, and you’ve got yourself a bestseller. Although I am the first to admit my past occasional indulgences in the world of recreational drugs, I was lucky enough to come from a wonderful stable family, have thankfully never been physically or sexually abused, and have managed to avoid associating with people who could land me with a jail sentence. Yup, I have been flashing for cash for years, but truth be told my life is really not very interesting… haha.

As much as I love writing, I think I’ll keep my absent-minded ranting confined to this free blog.

Oct13

Australia – It’s bigger than you think

Posted at 7:10 PM • 6 Comments

It consistently strikes me as amusing whenever a foreigner tells me they’re coming to Australia, and asks me a question about where to go or where to stay, as if ‘Australia’ is just one small place and everyone who lives there knows everything about everywhere.

Contrary to what appears to be common belief, Australia is actually a very large land mass with many different states, cities and towns. Like any other land mass, we have a variety of different terrains including beaches, forests and deserts. I live in a place called Adelaide which is the capital city of the state of South Australia. Adelaide is about 1,500 kilometers (932 miles) from Sydney, the Australian city most foreigners seem to be familiar with. Although I’ve visited Sydney on a few occasions and spent a little bit of time there, chances are if you ask me where is gonna be good to go out and party on a certain night, I’m going to have absolutely no idea.

I find it funny because you would never hear someone say, “I’m going to the United States, where’s a good restaurant to go to for steaks?” They would always specify the state and probably the city. When someone is coming to Australia, however, it seems their first instinct is to go, “Oh, that Ashlee Adams chick is from Australia, surely she must be able to recommend a good motel in Newcastle to stay in that is comfortable but won’t break the bank.” I think a lot of people assume that Australia is much smaller than it actually is.

So the next time you go to ask me, “What’s Australia like?” keep in mind that it is a ridiculously broad question and I probably can’t answer it.