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POWER AND DRAMA 

Posted in Jones' wisdom with tags , , , , on October 17, 2018 by tiltdiary

Creating drama gives people a false perception of importance and power. — A.A. Jones

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CLUMSY GROPES AND ACCIDENTAL KISSES

Posted in Jones' wisdom with tags , , , , , , , on October 12, 2017 by tiltdiary

Recently, the Weinstein incidence has brought to light other celebrity sexual harassment cases including the clumsy grope of Ben Affleck. While I think it is a great development that more and more people have the courage to report the abuse, I cannot stop wondering how much a celebrity grope out of court settlement is compared to harassing a stripper at work. Sexual abuse and harassment is common in the strip club, and we come well prepared — alcohol and sanitizing wipes are part of your routine to wipe it away. A shift without being harassed or assaulted would be very unusual. The only person who protects you from it is yourself, but don’t you dare to complain, because customer’s feelings might be hurt, and it’s all your fault anyways because you wanted it. With a celebrity it’s a big deal now but what would happen if a stripper would take her assaulter to court? She would probably end up in jail for soliciting or indecent behavior. I feel nobody should be sexually assaulted or violated no matter what your profession is and no matter how drunk your assaulter is. After all, strippers, actors, and singers have one big thing in common: they are all entertainers.

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THE STRIP CLUB IS A MINI GLOBE

Posted in Jones' wisdom with tags , , , , , , , on January 25, 2016 by tiltdiary

The longer I work in the strip club the more I feel it is like a mini globe. People say it’s a fantasy world, but I find it to be more reality than any of us like to admit. Sex, power, and money is what makes the club tick and the world go round, at least, this Western world I know. I am not saying it should be like this, of course, there are better, higher, more important values. But it still is like this.

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GOOD GIRLS DON’T SCREAM

Posted in Jones' wisdom with tags , , , , , , on May 7, 2014 by tiltdiary

As I passed the park with my pack of dogs I saw a little girl stomping her foot on the floor and acting out in anger. Her mother was obviously embarrassed in front of all the other parents about her little girl’s unruly behavior. I had to stop to watch what would happen next. The mother tried to control her daughter using force trying to eliminate her unwanted emotions. I don’t know what she said to the girl as she grabbed her upper arms tight and wanted to make her behave but I am sure it was something like, “Good girls don’t scream like this. Stop right now or mommy will get very angry at you.” I am sure there was some form of threat in her lecture. Yet, the mother was as angry about her daughter as the daughter was about whatever had caused her outburst. But the mother looked horrible in her suppressed anger, while the little girl had looked wild and powerful the way she had expressed her emotions. It made me think about how society labels emotions in general and divides them into good/wanted and bad/unwanted emotions. Yet, most of the time, the so called bad/unwanted emotions can be fantastic catalysts to catapult us into change and cause us to let go of old patterns and the things that cause us pain and suffering.

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WHAT’S SEX ALL ABOUT?

Posted in Stripper Secrets with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 22, 2014 by tiltdiary

The club has taught me many things I didn’t know about life, love, humans, sex, and relationships. I had to quickly rethink and start understanding that sex is most of the times not about love. Sex can have many motives and reasons. Some people seek a physical or mental fix through sex. Sometimes, it’s really just about getting off and getting that physical fix. For other people sex is about power, creativity (for some often the only way to express themselves and be who they really are), or it’s simply a game where there is only one winner. I rarely hear people talk about sex in connection with love. Yet, I cannot help to wonder why people engage into sex without love being involved. Yeah, I get the physical relief part, but can’t you get that safer, cheaper, and less complicated by masturbating? Good sex takes a lot of effort and why would you put so much effort and skill into someone you don’t deeply care about? It seems like a waste of energy to me. But maybe, sex has become more like a 24 hour drive through fast food restaurant. You can get your favorite dish any time, any place, with minimal expense, and the jumbo size is available to your convenience because everybody is hungry for more. Wondering which sex fast food consequences we are really facing?

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POWERSICKO MAKES MY NIGHT

Posted in Customers with tags , , , , , , on April 1, 2013 by tiltdiary

I spot him immediately when I step out of the dressing room. It’s another one of these slow nights, and I know, the only way to make it worth my while is by finding THE ONE, who will make my night. It only takes one guy!

None of the other girls try talking to him, but I walk up to him and scan him careful. He is in his 50s, a very tall guy (I can see it by his extremely long limbs, and how it feels strenuous to him to fold his legs sitting on a regular chair, his tall torso hunched over), balding, and my senses tell me to be careful. I sit down and try to have a conversation with him. He is cocky, very much into himself, and makes a conversation difficult. He has an abusive streak in him, and I know right away he’s not quiet right metally. He tells me, “I don’t go to strip clubs, and I don’t know what the rules are here. I am just here to relax. I had a really difficult day at work, and I just want to have a beer and chill. I don’t know what you want from me. Do your thing and make money.” I know this type, I know the risks and benefits of talking to him, I know very well how to handle him. He is like a mean puppy, extremely loving and sweet in one moment, and then, he turns on you and tries to hurt you. What Mr. Tall doesn’t know is, that I am accustomed to his type, and no matter what he says he cannot hurt me. He means nothing to me, and if anything, he is just another psychological study to me. I also know, nothing this guy tells me is true, he is delusional and lives in an every changing fantasy world. So I say to him, “Look, I have a choice who I talk to. And if you don’t want conversation I am happy to go away.” I see his right hand reach into his pocket, and he pulls out his wallet and hands me a $20 bill. OK, he is willing to pay me for enduring his sick little game, so I say, “Is this for me to go away or to stay?” He ignores my question and says, “You have the most amazing legs I have ever seen.” Then he pulls his phone out and shows me some amazing paintings. They are really amazing, beautiful fantasy landscapes painted to perfection. And he continues, “I am an artist too, these are my paintings. How much money do you make a night here?” I tell him, “Generally a dancer can make anything between $25 and $600 per night in this joint.” None of his business how much I make. He brags, “I make about $10.000 a week, $300.000 a year. I can have any woman I want. I am a good looking guy, I am 50 now, and I have never paid for sex.” I say, “That’s great, I am happy for you.” Then he says, “I really like you, how much to take you home tonight?” I am fascinated by his contradiction. He says he has never paid for sex, but asks me in the same breath how much I would charge for sex, and he is willing to pay for it. I can tell he is an experienced strip club goer, and he is looking for sex tonight and would happily pay for it. I am probably one of the only honest strippers in the world, so I tell him, “Look, you cannot buy me, I am not on sale. I don’t do sexual favors for money.” He asks, “Can you kiss me right now?” I say, “No.” Him, “OK, if we would be on a date right now not in the club”–see he does know the rules and that kissing could cost me my job– “would you kiss me then?” A smart stripper would say “Yes” to make more money, but I am not interested to further Mr. Tall’s delusions, “No I wouldn’t. I don’t kiss people I don’t know and don’t love. I don’t know you.” He keeps handing me $20 bills and gets mean by sending me away to talk to other customers (although, there aren’t really many other guys here), and then asks me for my phone number. I give him my prepaid fortune phone number, and he sends me a naked picture of him and wants to make sure I gave him the right number. So I show him, I really got his text, and I almost barf looking at his naked picture. Last thing I want to see. He explains, “See, this is how I look, this is me. I am a very good looking guy, I train 4 times a week.” In his picture there is a well trained body with a six pack, an average good looking guy. However, the thing is, this picture of him was probably taken 20 years ago when he was in his 30s and still had hair. But Mr. Tall truly believes he still looks like his. Also Mr. Tall doesn’t hear anything I tell him and is convinced I am coming to his hotel tonight. I am just glad to hear Mr. Tall is  from out of town and flying back home tomorrow. He does make my night, but it’s a lot of work to spend a few hours with this type. It’s draining. Yes, the night goes on, he does do lap dances, goes in and out of lies, compliments, anger outbursts, and so on. I am glad when his taxi arrives, and he leaves whispering into my ear, “I’ll see you later at my hotel.” A shiver runs through my body, brrrrrr. He keeps texting me all night. I stop responding after I politely thank him for the money he spent (as fucked up as he is, he should’ve given me double the amount).

When I wake up in the morning by 8 am I have received a total of 3 naked pictures of him along with 4 of his art pictures. He had given me his full name, and just out of curiosity, I find his artist website and professional profile. His name is everywhere, and I have his naked pictures along with him asking me to send him a picture of me. Ha, never ever would I send this sick man a picture of me.

If you think, I am pulling an April fool’s trick on you, then I have to disappoint you. I did not make this up. And although, I thought I have seen it all, I haven’t. The strip club manages to even surprise me once in a while. Is there any hope for human race?

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SEX ON A CLOUD

Posted in Jones' Fantasies with tags , , , on January 10, 2013 by tiltdiary

nanettegonzales_ana 2-2605That’s where I would take him with my touch, when I would whisper sweetly into his ear, my breath just tracing down his neck, inhaling his essence of life, my mind melting into his mind to see his desires, fantasies, and secret wishes. Him breathless, not knowing what this is, his head spinning, till he surrendered hopelessly to me, just giving up to resist, forgetting about what he thought was right, allowing her, Jones, to take him all the way up into the clouds of endless opportunities and possibilities to feel and be, even see the impossible happen. This is me for him, a dream he will never forget, always desire, never get enough of it, always jonesing for me. This is me: SEX ON A CLOUD.

Photo by Nanette Gonzales Photography