sensualstripper:

sadiesteel:

nicoleohx:

eatinaintcheatin:

stripstriphooray:

reblogging again because i love this

bitches need to not look down on strippers

When people correct me every time I say ‘I’m a stripper’ and they’re like ‘no, you’re and exotic dancer’… I quite calmly tell them I’m pretentious enough and I’m proud of what I do, by not calling it stripping, I’m implying there’s something wrong in that and their isn’t.

YES. YES. And YES. This happen to me this past week guys like you’re a dancer I’m like no ballerinas are dancers, I’m a stripper and I’m completely okay with that. Guy continues to argue -.-

Yeah it’s very annoying when they say “No, don’t call yourself a stripper!” I’m like bitch, I will call myself whatever the fuck I want.

Forever reblog.

Forever

beautilation:

“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene