




Three years ago I fell in love with a cannabis farm. I moved across the country for the farm, leaving behind my partner, a ski house, jobs, all my things and all my friends. I uprooted my life. I was absolutely in love with growing cannabis. But two months in, the farm informed me they ran out of money and suggested I find another job. I was devastated. And so it seemed I was left with nothing at all. It was clear the only thing keeping me happy was pole and aerial dance, privileged hobbies I'd picked up in college, and maybe I should spend more time dancing since it kept me happy. I spent my last $100 on a pair of dancing shoes and auditioned at a vouched gentleman's club nearby. The audition is a story in itself, but the bottom line is the same: dancing naked on that stage freed something inside me. No single decision has changed my life more than getting naked on stage. I was at my most vulnerable, I was sober and naked for all to see, and somehow it was there I discovered a little corner of confidence, empowerment, and freedom. I am privileged my years at the club have been so damn incredible. Stripping allowed me to become so much more than I imagined--including growing cannabis at my own home and sharing with you all.
I am proud to be a stripper.
I never thought I would "come out" online as a stripper, but it's seriously overdue and I'm sure you all figured anyway. In order to destroy the terrible stigmas strippers and the whole sex industry faces, I must talk about my experiences.
Thank you for being here, for supporting me. Love to all.
PS. my shorts tan is because I am getting laser on my pussy and I had to max out on SPF all summer lol enjoy the moon.
(34 photos from this shoot posted on @julietjones !)