I brought it up to my boss, not expecting anything to come of it. I thought, “Fuck, the last thing I want is to get stranded somewhere three hours away wearing nothing but a jockstrap.” My car would overheat quickly and break down. They were all really far away and I didn’t have a reliable mode of transportation. I started looking up male strip joints, like Chip ‘n’ Dales and stuff. I was curious about how much money these guys made and what the work was actually like. One day, my boss commented, jokingly, “You know, you’d probably make a lot of money as a male stripper.”Ī lightbulb went off in my head, so I decided to look into it. It was the best shape I’d been in my whole life. I was always on the buff side, and because I was doing so much physical activity, I got pretty ripped. The thing is, men, gay or straight, are all the same-they’re the ones shelling out for strippers.īack then, I was really into working out and walking to work. It was a bachelorette party, and it was much tamer than anything you’d see on TV or in the movies, let alone in the gay nightlife scene. I think I’ve stripped for women maybe, like, once in my life.
As an offshoot of the gay club junket, I also did private events. One thing you should know about me: I’m straight but I stripped exclusively at gay clubs.
