About Jennifer

When I was a little girl I loved attention and I loved myself. I wanted everyone to look at me, celebrate me and tell me how beautiful I was. I would get in front of the camera and strike a pose. I would get in front of my family and perform a dance. I was an entertainer through and through.

In high school I made up dances and imagined myself performing them in front of my entire school. I had my boyfriend take “modeling” pictures of me at a local park. On the weekends, I would sneak into clubs and find myself on stages and bar tops — I even won a few twerking contests.

There was one problem: I was a Christian. I still am, but as a young woman I got the message that I had to choose between being a good Christian girl and being me. So I lived a double life.

Depending on where I was or who I was with, I would either be [somewhat] behaved or fully let my wild side out. Until I finally found a place where both my faith and my full self-expression was accepted: the strip club dressing room.

Unusual and unprecedented, I know, but holy nonetheless. I would sit amongst women of every age, shape, and walk of life who truly “bared all.” We did our make-up and laughed, we talked about everything from the hair on our nipples, sexual abuse as a child, comparing our vulvas and our beliefs about God.

I stopped stripping when I was about 25, but that holy ground I found there — where all of me belonged: where I could say anything, wear anything, question anything AND be known as a woman of God — I took it with me and 16 years later, I still carry it for other women to experience for themselves.