It's obvious that I am a stripper when:
-heels in varying stages of repair are strewn across my desk
-glittery makeup falls out of my backpack at school
-I wiggle my ass every time I lean down to pick something up off the floor
-my ears perk up to anyone being referred to by what could be a stripper name (Candy, Trixxie, Honey, even Lucy or Wendy hehe)
-I stop reacting to strange men whipping out their genitals in public
...to be continued...