How I Went From Military To Sex Worker

Why Not Join The Military?

     My story starts at the age of 17 when I enlisted in the U.S. Army.  Leaving the nest was nerve wracking for me.  I constantly thought about the 'hows'.  How was I going to support myself?  How will I get a job with good income?  How do I start college?  Can I even afford college? Fear was guiding my future.  I come from a background of many family struggles.  I knew what I needed wasn't going to be given to me and that I had to work for it.  At that time, I was convinced the military was the best choice for me.  My older brother had served his four years and always glorified his lifestyle. Fast cars, lots of money, and always getting away with everything he ever did wrong. So I went for it. 

  

Crashing And Burning

     Fast forward 2 years.  I've completed training and I'm stationed in my home state just a few hours away from my home town.  My life is nothing like how they promised me.  My marriage was nothing but a high school fantasy and costing extra money every month. Being sheltered by the military was my current reality.  I guess I felt more confident about my future because of the resources and benefits that I had earned, but I felt like my freedom to express myself was stolen.  The rules I was made to follow held me back, and that's when I started rebelling. I developed some medical issues which gave me the excuse to stop showing up, being active, and not carrying out my duties. By the end of it, I had collected around 37 FTR's ( Failure to Report).

     My commander started my discharge process and that's when it hit me.What the hell was I going to do as a civilian?  The income I had been receiving was about to be cut off!  I was about to be kicked to the curb and left out to dry.  My future was concerning me and I acted quickly to figure it out.  Around this time all of my leaders and peers had given up hope and basically let me do whatever I pleased.  My thought process on what I could do outside of the military went to a dirty and darker place (so I thought).  Sex work.  Now I've never been the most confident girl but I knew my hips and baby blue eyes could seduce a man with great ease. I call this a superpower, every woman is equipped but most don't know how to utilize it. 

The Next Best Thing: Stripping!

      

     I went a few hours north and settled in Atlanta, better known as HotLanta. I fell in love with the city and thought it was the most amazing place. The best strip clubs in Atlanta were in all of the hottest rap songs I have loved and listened to for years. I knew I could find and utilize my divine feminine energy here... and so I did.  My intro into sex work started with a website.  I didn't have much knowledge of anything in the adult industry so most of the decisions I made were very naive.  But hey, all you can do is learn from your mistakes.  I ended up flying around the east coast with my first professional pornography company.  I enjoyed it until I realized how harsh the industry really was, and at this time my mental health was in a decline due to my low self esteem.

     

    Negative thoughts were always in the forefront of my mind: I'm not skinny enough, I don't have the 'Hollywood' features, I won't make the cut...  This was apparently all in my head because everyone in the industry wanted me to sign or film with them.  I just couldn't see past my clouded mind.  My situation got controlling and our agreement went sour.  I ran from a situation that I didn't understand and into the arms of another situation, except this one was even more dangerous, but I was too naive and stubborn to listen when I was warned. Then I flew to central Florida chasing a dream and luxurious promises.  Long story short, it was abusive.  Luckily, I found my way out. 

 

Atlanta, Home Sweet Home

     I came back home to Atlanta with my head down and tail tucked between my legs.  I thought I failed at the easiest thing, how could I fail at selling myself?  Isn't that the easiest product?  Especially for a female...  I just had to find my niche and I eventually did.  All together I tried professional porn, amateur porn, companionship (escorting), webcam modeling, modeling and even some fetish work.  After a while I was referred to a mobile stripping company by a close friend and that's when I really discovered myself.  Friendships, confidence, traveling, and a steady stream of income.  I fell completely in love with dancing.  It has made my confidence sky rocket.  Finally I was blossoming into the woman that I always wanted to be, or at least the woman I always was but could never see.

     I learned how to use all of my resources, take care of myself, and prepare my future.  I thank sex work for really opening up my eyes to the world and helping me mature even further in my adult career.  I've learned so much and now have a wide range of various incomes.  Sex work is not my end goal in life but has led me on my path and will help me achieve it eventually.  The adult industry can really mess up your mental image of yourself and your self worth.  If you want to live this life you have to be strong and trust in yourself and find the right people to trust and work with.  I wish you the best of luck.

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XOXO, Vivian Taylor

        

My Family VS. My Stripping Job

This blog is going to be a bit of a venting session for me, so hang on tight. This is going to be about how I walk around literally feeling like I have two lives. One version of me is the way that my family wants to see me, and one version of me is who I actually am. This is the venting blog session of the half stripper, half innocent daughter.

So, I started dipping my toes into the sex worker side of the world about two and a half years ago. I decided to become a stripper and see what it was all about. I did one party and fell in love. I loved the attention, and how fun it actually was. I loved being able to dance and shake my ass without any shame or judgement. And of course, I absolutely adored the money. The way that people just threw it at you like you're the queen of the world and worth every single penny they've ever worked for, is a fucking fantastic feeling. Anyways, I just knew that this was something that I wanted to do for a long time. I was 18 years old at the time, and still lived with my parents. I moved out after about three or four months of stripping- but the entire time I hid the fact that I was a stripper. My family had absolutely no idea. I did tell my friends but nobody in my family knew about it, because I knew if they did know about it they wouldn't be anything near okay with it. So I fell in love with my job but had to hide it from the people I loved most. It sucked and it got super hard to keep it a secret, and one day it just slipped to my older sister. And my whole family found out and they were furious. And it was horrible and awful and so upsetting.

So, a year later I decided that it was my life and I wanted to start dancing again, so I talked to my old bosses and they welcomed me back with open arms. So, now I'm dancing again and I have to really really keep it a secret this time around or my family will never speak to me again. And now I'm just stuck in this place of really wanting to be honest with them, but also knowing what will happen if I am honest. It's a super shitty place to be in, because I really do hate lying to them. But I also want to be able to live my life the way I want to live it. This is something I want to do and I don't want to live my life based on making other people happy. So, I decided that this is what I'm going to do.

But, now I'm just stuck in a place of hating that I am lying to my whole family, and hating why I have to lie. I have to lie because my family is judgmental, and they refuse to accept something they don't understand or try to understand for that matter. They refuse to hear my side of the story, or to try to understand why I do it and why I like doing it. It just makes me sad that something that I love to do in my life is completely unacceptable to the people I love most. It's unfair that I can't be happy and be everything they want me to be. Frankly, it fucking sucks. And I'm pissed about it. So thank you for listening to this random, weird venting session. I know it'll be figured out eventually, but for now- it blows.