Stippers need love...and health insurance too!!

As some of you have probably read on my many FB posts that I've had some trouble getting health insurance. Granted, I've not been as dedicated to applying all the places I should but it's been a constant headache none-the-less. I got denied for being too fat for Colorado's HMO plan. Granted, their idea of fat was because I'm 5'10" & don't weight between 140-155. I NEVER weighed that...Even when I was in the Navy, top physical shape, & had a BMI less than 25% or something like that. I've never been skin & bones, but that's not healthy either.

But I digress (obviously I still might be a little ticked from the whole situation, lol). So I've been talking with State Farm on switching my car insurance to them & getting a better renters policy. I have a great gal, total pleasure to deal with (and we know how most people annoy me so that says a lot). I made the joke that now if she could just find me life & health insurance I'd be all set.

Surprise, suprise, she can. I made some inappropriate comment about loving her like a $2 hooker because this had the potential for making my life so much easier!

A few hours later I'm her office and she's asking me the types of questions that you'd want to punch most people for actually bringing up. You know, those so personal questions that make you feel like you just got naked & did a dance around in public so everyone can see you exposed and vulnerable?

We get to the part where they're asking about my profession. I always groan when I get to that part. Being an author is tricky to identify as a profession most times because it's not on any of the drop down lists of possible professions. Some stick us under entertainers (go figure), some under other, which can be a red flag, & on & on & on.

Since last time I got thrown in the entertainer bucket, I made a comment that it was odd that I wasn't again, but under other and how no one can even seem to unify the choices, taxes included.

She said to be grateful that I'm not in there because they get immediately denied for medical because the only ones that go in there are strippers.

NOW before anyone jumps all over my agent... it's not her fault. Hell, it's not even State Farm's fault, it's a 3rd party, nationwide health insurance.

So I look at her and ask why the hell do they hate on strippers? She shook her head and laughed, saying she had no idea.

I let it go & we went back to the painful questions, but it really bothered me. What could STRIPPERS be doing that so was so much more dangerous than construction workers, self employed contractors, or just plan accident-prone dumbasses (like myself)?

It just brought me back to my normal rant that people need to get over their shit, their stereotypes, and their preconceived notions. Strippers aren't evil. They need love and health insurance too! What kind of world do we live in where the brave souls who take off their clothes for other people's amusement & enjoyment are treated like lepers? And yet sharks, ahem, I mean some lawyers, are respected?

I have a general theme I write about, whether it be as Joyee, or mainstream, or my blog... we're all just people. Gay, straight, smart, dumbasses, black, white, orange with stripes & tiger shifters, werewolves, vampires, human, Democrat, Republican, alien (of the not US citizen kind), country music lover, or any other distinction that makes us all individuals, including strippers.

Hell, I'm a Mensa member, though natural blonde, that writes gay erotic romance, who's part hermit, and pees green if she has 2 Game Fuel Mt. Dew's in a row. (TMI, right?)

WHO THE FUCK CARES?! I'm me. I can look at myself in the mirror in the morning and be proud of the way I live my life... while noticing which side of my head I slept on mostly by the way my hair sticks up. But my point being that we answer to no one but ourselves about the way we are or the choices we make. Strippers included.

So give some love to the stripper & health insurance. Thank you, and good day.

Hopefully you got a few chuckles or smiles while reading my rant. If you didn't...well, umm, okay then. Go ask someone to tickle you and maybe that will help!