Tummy Mummy with Demi Moore

31 08 2007

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Mika’s pregnant photo credit: Eric Nelson, Chicago

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Last night I spanked a naughty pregnant girl for smoking. She was squatting in the corner of the dressing room when I walked in.

‘What do you think you’re doing Missy?’

Missy cracked and wrapped a shy little smile around the last drag of her cigarette as she looked up at me.

Stop it! I said firm but quietly. I’ve had it with watching you hurt that baby!

I’m sweet on her. Even when she is wrong. I love her. I love her as much as any sane person can love a stranger in a strip bar. I love the silhouette of her because I understand where she is at. I didn’t smoke when I was pregnant but I did continue to work up until my due date.

Go ahead readers fall out. This statement can be verified. I’m not as hard as I am stubborned. I kept working because I could be a naughty nurse in the bar. Women in other lines of work continue to work- so why can’t a dancer?

All the guys are thinking- uh, she’s not available for sure if she’s pregnant. Therefore their fantasy just got a wet blanket thrown over it.

On the contrary, many men have pregnant fetishes or are awe struck by the sight of a pregnant woman. There were an amazing number of questions concerning my pregnancy by men with children.

Demi Moore made the cover of Vanity Fair Magazine with the caption: More Demi Moore. The photograph was taken by the famed Annie Leibovitz. The same photographer to photograph John Lennon and Yoko Ono.

The trick is being respectful toward the forming life inside of you. It is upsetting to other people if you act like a indifferent mother looking to keep partying while you are pregnant. The same goes for women with children. Don’t go home drunk to your children.

‘Missy’ is one of those classic, young , urban Black girls trapped and raised in a white girls’ body. She has tattoos on her fingers. I would bet that the ink has always been blue.

I ain’t gonna front, when I first saw her hand, it scared the hell out of me. I imagined that it was probably done on a kitchen counter top at best. Maybe even jail.

‘Mika, I’m so stressed out – I can’t help but to smoke!’

Missy threw down the butt and kicked it under the table.

‘ What are you so stressed about?’

‘ Same ole, same ole- MONEY. ‘

‘Well, do you want your baby to have asthma? Think about all the extra care you’ll need to provide if he is born sick because you smoked while you were pregnant! I exhaled.

Then you will really need extra money, I added.

Think about the baby, he is your new everything.

‘How would you like it if I started smoking?’

This threat only works because she loves me too. Everyone that works with me knows that I have a lung weakness. Actually it is Sarcoidosis, hardly anyone has heard of it, so I don’t bother with the medical term. Sometimes I cough my brains out if I get irritated or over tired. I will be so happy when the Illinois state wide smoking ban takes effect in January.

Maybe I am a nerd but I have never understood the fascination with puffing on a cigarette. The only time I ever smoked is when I needed a cigarette as a prop for a domination session.

Hey that’s what he paid for, not me smoking but to have his foot burned with a lit cigarette. The only way to keep it lit is to smoke it. Right?

I’m getting away from the story which isn’t really a long story. It just something brief that happened.

This moment is about HOPE. Every mother’s hope and happiness while pregnant with a wanted baby. Yeah sometimes the situation is perfect. Sometimes far from perfect. Often, there may be struggle. Somehow we make it through.

When I see a young lady having a difficult time I stretch out my arms to her. Sometimes I am the one who gets spanked for giving a rats ass because the girl knows nothing about real love.

She is a woman that has never recovered from her childhood.

It took me a long time, now I want to help others.

‘Think of the baby Missy, his little limbs forming it is a miracle and a new start for you.’

This is what motivates me to keep at this blog and realize my dream of forming actual workshops around the Mika Showgirl School module.

At first I didn’t know how I would intertwine all the different subject matter. How was I to separate all the topics?

I think about everything. Everything happens at once. So I write about it all and hope that somehow the right words will reach the right girl in need.

This Showgirl School is about me weighing in, caring, attempting to make a change by advocating for other women. Women make the world go round. In the face of many obstacles we give life. We shape love. I urge you all to love each other.

Hold on a minute. I am getting choked up.

What I would like for everyone to do is this:

Reach out. Stop talking about the bad things and do something to make a difference.

If you are pregnant, stop smoking, drinking alcohol, etc. Go to your regular check ups. Be honest with your physician.

If you know a pregnant dancer give her my blog address.

Smile at her. Don’t smoke in her face. Let her go in front of you in the bathroom.

Don’t tell all of her regular customers that she is pregnant. Odds are they already know and they are trying to help her out by still getting dances from her. Duh.

Supporting each other doesn’t need to be expensive.

Ladies with babies can help by keeping their baby clothes in good condition and bagging it all up to pass on to your favorite pregnant stripper!

It is better to be sisterly toward one another than catty and competitive.

The world needs changing, let’s change it by changing ourselves. Our children can have a better future if you start off doing what is best for them. Life begins in the womb. Once you decide to continue your pregnancy make the commitment to at least stop partying and smoking while you are pregnant.


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