I was at a new club last night, in a city I've never been to..

I was at a new club last night, in a city I've never been to, I had been there a matter of hours. I walked around the room. It was busier than any place I'd been all year and I was culture shocked. I was made to change my look and my name in favor of femininity. Had to buy this overpriced skirt & bag from the house mom to be allowed on the floor. Not terrible, but not "me" either. I was called over by an older man who had been watching me work. He loved my confidence, the way I walked in a room like I owned it, the way I carried myself. But he picked up on a bit of apprehension as well. He proceeded to psychoanalyze me for all the deeper meanings behind this twinge of insecurity. He was dead wrong, but my job is to sell a fantasy and men like to feel powerful and smart. So I let him talk. He asked me what I want. A broad question. I said I want what everyone wants, security, stability, happiness, power. "You don't know what you want. What you really want is for a man to take control." Gross, but he's clearly projecting his desires onto me. That's what strippers are for I guess. "Some of the time, sure. Or a woman. But how could you possibly know that?" "I can tell by the way you walk." "You don't know a thing about me." "Neither do you." I asked him what he wants. He said he wants to take control. Big surprise. "What does that mean to you?" "It means getting what I want and never asking permission." "Do you know the difference between asking for permission and asking for consent?" "There is no difference." This guy had money. I took none of it. Insecure "alphas" are always the ones who want to dom the domme. I know because I had the same inclination when I was newer and less secure in my role. But that behavior flags as weak, the exact opposite of what you hope to gain from it. I've grown. I'll keep growing. But I know who I am now.