What’s up, dudes? Thanks for tuning in to Stripcast: True Stories From a Stripper With a PhD.
Today, I’m gonna do something I’ve never done before—today, I have a guest story teller! Maybe you’ve heard of her. Her name is Jacqueline Francis, but you probably know her as Jacq the Stripper.
Me and her have been internet friends for years. I was a fan of her comics and social commentary on Twitter @JacqTheStripper. You should check out her book, “The Beaver Show”, and check out her art and musings at her website www.JacqTheStripper.com.
Me and Jacq got together last weekend when she travelled from NYC to ATL and then roadtripped with me to Tennessee to attend my women-only retreat, Stripcabin. We had 30 women, zero dudes, dancing, joy, celebration and friendship, along with 2 hot tubs, a bunch of food, way too much alcohol and a little bit of smoke. Let’s just say it was a beautiful feminist empowerment session, in which we laughed, cried, and talked politics.
Today, my home girl Jacq is going to tell you about dealing with the fuckboys she encountered in great northern Canada, lovely gentlemen who showed their appreciation for her stage show by throwing coins at her. Being a stripper is so glamourous! Enjoy!