Let's play this game. You can ask me anything – seriously anything – about my work, I will give you the honest answer.
I got emails often and the most popular question is how I became a stripper. I used to get male attention since I started modeling at the age 16. That time I had lots of fight with my dad – no real fights, no verbal or physical abuse, more of a cold war. He didn't show interest in me, so I was seeking this attention somewhere else. Yes, in my case the psychological cliché as every stripper has daddy issues is true. But during my work years I've seen the proof of the opposite too.
After portrait modeling I started to do nude modeling. I was always proud of my body and I had trust in the photographers I worked with. I worked in Austria and Italy a lot so I got a bit of chance to travel. But this time we only speak about artistic nude photography. Like naked girl, painted in gold standing in the middle of a lake as a statue. Austrian photographers love bodypainting and they quite creative. I really enjoyed those workshops. But of course, I met different photographers with different offers. I was relatively young and naïve, and the amount of money was very tempting. So slowly I got involved in the adult industry. But this I didn't enjoy that much. I enjoyed spending the money I made (when I studied on the university, I'm sure in some months I got bigger salary than my teachers.) or I was happy when I could support my mum with a bigger amount but it came with shame.
The opportunity for dancing came on a casting when I was talking with other girls and both were a dancer. I was curious so I asked the contact number of the guy that I can apply to. Very soon I went to Italy and after I was with him at the Austrian embassy signing a 3 months contract and waiting for my visa. The beginning was hard. I still remember the song when I first danced on stage. The other girls gave me enough alcohol not to remember what I was doing (thanks God!) but I still remember the song was Get busy by Sean Paul.
When I finished the contract, I had 2 choice: I carry on dancing and I make more money, but then I loose the energy I already invested in my studies. That was after my 2nd year on the university, I was half way to get my diploma and I'm not the kind of person who gives up easily. I decided to go back and finish my studies. I told myself “If I miss the spotlights, I still can work as a dancer afterwards.” But when I got my diploma, I forgot all about stage, private dances, selling champagne and extra high stripper shoes. I wanted to have an average life. But that was a difficult time in my country, after a few failures to finding a good job I decided to move to England for 1-2 years. In Hungary I was already thinking about trying out myself abroad when I was sitting in a job interview and listen to the guy offering me a job in another city, that meant minimum 2,5 hours travel every day, overtime, limited access to grow for the minimum salary. That was all that my country could offer to me. No, thank you. I quit. I went home for the interview and I bought a one way ticket to England.
First year I had a normal job as a nanny. Then I moved to London from the countryside and I found all those dodgy opportunities working at night. I started to work at a hostess club on Little Portland Street to improve my English. I was about talking and selling champagne but no dancing. It was great fun, good money, I didn't look for other options. Then I changed the club and started to work at the Directors Lodge at St. James. That was the longest time I spent in one club, I worked there almost 2 years. But still no dancing. Then I had a chance to change working in a restaurant where I was quite disappointed and not long after I was heading to Greece. (you can read more about in the Beginning 2. post)
Long story short, this is my life. This is that made me who I am today. Now I'm not ashamed anymore, I take full responsibility of all my decisions, without regrets. And today I'm brave enough to tell you that you can ask me ANYTHING, I will give you honest answer.