I would have made a lousy stripper. I'm just not very comfortable exposing myself.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
People expect me to be with some stripper... That's just the kind of woman I work with.
I'd lie in bed in my dormitory and grab at bits of my body, wanting to tear them off... I was so large by then that, in the heat, my thighs chafed together and bled. I was very unhappy, and yet no one ever asked me how I felt.
The only way I'd be caught without makeup is if my radio fell in the bathtub while I was taking a bath and electrocuted me and I was in between makeup at home. I hope my husband would slap a little lipstick on me before he took me to the morgue.
I wasn't really naked. I simply didn't have any clothes on.
I wouldn't inflict my naked body on any paying audience.
Yeah I'm telling real stories, but if you pick up a documentary on strippers, you're going to want to see some stripping, so we definitely got that in there.
I asked questions when I was a stripling, and it is not my business to ask questions now, but to teach people what I have discovered.
In the Golden Age of Batman, I penciled, inked, and lettered my strip by myself.
I'm pretty comfortable stripping down to my underwear, as long as there's respect around me.
I did everything, I used to be a drag queen, I used to be a stripper.