It was the last week of March, and I was driving to the airport in Nashville to fly to Florida.
On my way to the gate, I passed by a strip club.
“Where’s the naked attraction?”
I asked the bouncer.
The woman answered, “Where are you headed?”
I replied, “I’m headed to the nude attraction.”
“So I just wanted to tell you, this is not the kind of place you want to go,” she told me.
The answer didn’t surprise me.
I’d seen many strip clubs in my life, and this one was no different.
The owner was dressed in a long-sleeved shirt and slacks, and he was clearly a big man with a big cock.
As I walked toward the bar, the barista said, “If you get in here, you’re not going to want to leave.”
I asked her if the owner was going to tell me to leave, and she told it to me in a loud voice.
“I’ll tell you to leave if you want,” she said.
“If not, you can come back later.”
After the baristas told me to get out, I walked around the bar to the door.
I heard a woman behind me say, “Excuse me?”
Then I heard the owner say, in a low voice, “Are you all right?”
I told her I was fine and walked out.
I’ve always thought I was one of the lucky ones.
I don’t have a big chest, so the men on my side of the bar looked down on me.
But the owner and other patrons looked at me in disbelief.
I walked out, walked into a strip bar and sat down next to a woman.
She started talking to me, asking me questions like, “Do you like the naked people?”
“Yes, it’s fun,” I said.
I was completely naked, but her words made me feel uncomfortable.
It was my first time seeing a naked person, so I was in shock.
I didn’t know how to react.
But I started talking with the owner.
“We’re going to have to change our policy,” he said.
So I went inside.
I got naked, sat on the bar and told her about the experience.
She took a picture with her phone and said, “(The owner) is really into the nude people.
He wants to make sure they stay there.”
Then she asked me, “How old are you?”
“Oh, 14,” I replied.
“Are there any other naked people here?”
“There are,” she answered.
“Do they come in?”
“No,” I answered.
I had no idea how to respond.
She said,, “So do you want them to stay there?”
“That’s what we want.”
She then said, to my surprise, “No, I don-” I heard someone say, and the owner looked at the bar.
“What?” he said in a whisper.
“They don’t want to stay here.”
The owner said, in his voice, in an authoritative tone, “You don’t know me.”
I said, I didn-I was surprised.
He was so cool.
Then I realized that she had never met me before.
I told the owner that I was nervous, but I didn)t want to get in trouble, and that she could take me back if I didn’ t change my mind.
I explained that I didn;t like the nudity, but that I’d like to see what it was like to be naked in a strip.
She was shocked.
I said I didn”t want anything to do with nudity.
I felt so uncomfortable that I felt ashamed, and it felt wrong.
She told me, if you”re like this, you’ll never want to be in a bar again.
So we decided to cancel our meeting.
I went home that night.
I’m sure I would have been more upset had I been a girl.
When I was younger, I felt like I was more of a tomboy, and a lot of girls felt that way.
I thought being a girl would make me feel more confident and feel comfortable in my body, but for some reason it made me want to hide.
In high school, I decided to go to college.
I took a course in gender studies, and while it was a great course, I was very scared.
I started having nightmares about what it would be like to live as a woman, and my anxiety increased as I started to study more.
I knew I was pretty much the same person as the person I’d always wanted to be, and when I started taking a course on body image, I realized what I was going through.
But then I thought about how I was always so nervous.
I always felt like my body was always a secret.
I kept it secret because I felt embarrassed and I didn'” t want to admit it.
I used to think I