I'M NOT NAKED (anymore)

Chapter 1 - I'm Naked

1984
It’s my first day as a stripper. I haven’t remembered to bring a costume. In fact, I haven’t thought of what to wear at all because I’ve been so preoccupied with what I wasn’t going to wear. I’m upstairs in the changing room of the Zanzibar. It’s the first strip bar I saw in Toronto while out on a date with a guy who turned out to be an escaped convict. I look around at all the girls and think how confident they are with their bodies. Their hands don’t fly up to cover their nipples when someone comes into the room. They cough, spit, smoke and laugh seemingly without thinking of how that looks while they’re exposed. I notice they’re not at all like that downstairs in the bar, where every move is calculated for best effect....

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