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StephiePea
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I just have a hard time believing that someone would find this a difficult choice if they have any clue what “right” is…I’m kind of irritated.
Dear Starflower,Dear Cherubino, Your chat with Cestusdei is a call for prayer.Your comments are often inappropriate for this site.
*What on earth?? This has nothing to do with this thread. It sounds like a personal message though, so it is not appropriate for this thread, Starflower. :nope: *Dear Cherubino, Your chat with Cestusdei is a call for prayer.Your comments are often inappropriate for this site.
Well put! and so very true.Lots of strippers seem to have cocaine habits as well. Some proprietors even encourage it to create a need for them to continue working. Prostitution is also not uncommon, so you could well involve yourself in some serious criminal activities by living with them. Nor do I think that you would be helpful in assisting them. No one who doesn’t have serious psychological issues can do what they do for a living; that’s just the truth of it. The kinds of emotional problems that drive most strippers into this soul-destroying business are well beyond the level that can be helped by people who aren’t professionals.
If you are naive enough to think that you might be a good influence on them, you should remedy yourself of that misapprehension quickly. Their problems are far beyond your ability to help, particularly with the limited amount of life experience that you have. And with that out of the way, I can’t think of any legitimate reason you could possibly have for pursuing this course of action. Be thankful that your parents have given you a place to stay so that you don’t have to get involved with this sort of thing in order to stay off the streets.
They sure ain’t, Black Jaque! Homer fell asleep for a *long *time with them Sirens!!Dude, if you can live with 5 female strippers an NOT fall into sin you need some medical help.
Regardless of you intentions, consider their intentions. 5 girls who openly admit they are strippers (this just may be a pick-up line), tell you you’re cute (buttering you up), and ask you to move in with them. They are NOT guarding their purity nor yours.
Read the Odessy by Homer. Pay particular attention to the island of the babes, oh what’s the word, dang! It slips my mind. Sirens! That’s it, Sirens! They ain’t good.
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Pardon my self-flattery but I think this would be a brilliant idea. Those women would have to stop and think, “what could be so great as to make a cute, virile young man turn down an offer to live with 5 strippers?”
Don’t be stupid. By this reasoning you’d better do more than just move in with them so you can prove your not gay.They might think I’m gay!
Why don’t I feel sympathy for your struggles. Perhaps I am jealous of your looks :bigyikes: . Yes I am angry…mad as hellStuff like this happens to me more often then you’d think. Like I said, this is the late-nite shift, and we get all kinds of people in line, who often have to wait a couple of minuted by my window.
And, in all humility, I know I’m an attractive guy. The ladies (and the guys!) know it too. More oftne than not, they don’t ask me out directly, but they leave their phone numbers with the employee at the second window, and ask them to give it to me.
The gays are the funniest. It’s really flattering to know that you’re so good-looking that even someone of your own sex wants you!
Sometimes I go to work right after I’ve been performing, and I don’t even have all the make-up removed, especially eye-liner. Those are the really interesting nights, since the gay customers assume that I’m gay because of the make-up . . .
Anyway, my story is true. Be sure of that.
They might think I’m gay!
Definitely strippers.
Maybe God is calling me to evangelize and sanctify them? After they convert, they can direct their talents to liturgical dancing. Would this then be a legitimate example of inculturation?
Alright, guys. You talked me out of it! I just flushed the number down my toilet. My womanizing grandfather might be turning in his grave, but at least I’ve got the Angels in Heaven rejoicing on my behalf . . . talk about cold comforts!
Oh well. I’m sure God’s got better things in store for me!
And yeah, for those who asked: I’m in school. I’m a Theatre Performance major at Broward Community College. In fact, I’m currently doing Bertolt Brecht’s The Good Person of Szechwan. Ironically, it’s a play about a kindhearted prostitute forced to disguise herself as her ruthless male cousin and exploit others in order to survive. As almost every actor is playing two or more different roles, my part’s pretty major, and I’m getting plenty of stage time.
We’re actually taking this show on the road, to the American College Theatre Festival (first to the state level; after being judged, we may earn the honor of being invited to the regional level, and then Nationals, in D.C.!). While I’m at State-Festival, I’ll be auditioning for professional summer work, as well as transfer scholarships to a 4-year University.
Sigh How far I’ve fallen since my days as a Cantian postulant!
Thanks for the advice, again. Keep praying for me, please!
Yanking our chain?My apologies if you are really struggling here, but in your profile, I see that you are an aspiring actor. Should aspiring writer be added to that list? This is one heck of a story. Are you yanking our chain, here?
Alright, so I’m at work the other day (McDonald’s), working the graveyard shift (11PM to 7AM).
As you can probably guess, we get a lot of weirdos that drive-thru so late at nite. And this car comes by, with five strippers in it. (They just got off of work.) While they’re waiting for their food, we get into a short conversation, and, after telling me how cute I am (Who could blame them?), said they’re looking for a roomate, and gave me their phone-number!
Now, I’m 20 years old, and have been wanting independence from my parents for quite a few years. Now, these women are just strippers, Yeah, it’s sinful, but I have no reason to believe that these women are sexually loose, or that they are nudists (outsdie of business).In my short acting career, I’ve known a few girls who get into stripping, thinking it’s a gateway into “the Business,” or just because they need the money (and believe me, it pays well).
I really doubt that these women want to continue stripping forever. Would it really be so bad moving in with them in an apartment (in my own separate bed, of course!), even taking the opportunity to work-in some apologetics/evangelization? Or should I just continue to live with my parents, and put up with the shame of being a 20 year-old still living at home?I don’t think my parents would mind my move terribly at all. My dad would probably think, “Way to go, son!” I dunno. Maybe as a temporary solution only? Rent can be pretty expensive down here in South Florida, and splitting a room 6-way is really tantalizing.Should I even bother to call back, and inquire more into the details of the place? Or just not bother at all?
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Forgive me dear one, but WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM even considering and posing such a question? If you were my son, I’d slap you silly for even THINKING of it--------
Have some guts–some balls–here–get your life together–do what God has called you to do son-------THIS SITUATION WOULD NOT be a good idea.
Go to college–get a career and a calling–seek God’s Best for YOU–it’s there waiting for you–DO YOU KNOW???
Our Lord ate with prostitutes, and brought them into the fold. Could this be some sort of “mission” for myself? Would it be better for these girls if some other sleazebag moved in with them? I dunno . . .
Please, pray for me.