Cathryn Berarovich is something of a renaissance sex worker; she was until recently employed as a stripper but has held numerous interesting jobs in the industry (and she’s currently an excellent columnist on this very website). Each week, she shares her stories … More
One of the most common questions people ask–especially when they find out I used to be a whore–is whether my experience in the sex industry has made me better at sex.
They generally assume it has. More
Before I proceed with the following story, I should note that both The Gloss and myself are very pro-sex worker. I personally go to strip clubs on a weekly basis — it is incredibly normal here in Portland to get … More
Without at least some kind of partitioning, sex work will kill you. More
My bio says that I’m currently employed as a stripper, but this is not entirely true: I’ve been on vacation from work for several months now and we strippers, like all independent contractors, can’t be considered employed unless we’re actually retained by a club.
There are two reasons for the length of my vacation from work. More
Sex work is, at its root, an incredibly elaborate game of pretend. More
In every strip club there are time wasters. More
Yes, I competed in a Miss America local, and a state preliminary. This was when I was young, innocent and assumed that I had no other game plan than to become Miss America. That did not happen, instead I went a on a wayward, yet interesting path to eventually figure out what I was going to do with my life. What I did learn from competing in pageants? It made me a damn good stripper! More
Stripper feet are gross. My feet are especially gross. More
I do not understand, nor have I ever understood, the appeal of a lapdance. I know how to give what I’ve been told is an excellent lapdance, but I don’t really see how one case of blue balls can be better than another. More
Granted, I had never given or received a lapdance and my experience of hoes-and-champagne rap videos was very limited, but I had faith in myself. More
I’m not sure if the bartending job was ever really available. As soon as I got to the club the woman in charge of personnel asked me if I was sure I didn’t want to dance. More
For the record, the “Thunder From Down Under” is not, in fact,a musical about storms in Australia. But seriously–why are women able to act so ridiculous in those settings? More