Confessions of the Reluctant Stripper
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Confessions of the Reluctant Stripper
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Requirements:
Secure. Confident. Uninhibited. Dependable.
To be a successful stripper, a person would need to be secure, confident, uninhibited, dependable. It's no wonder I felt like I did not belong on stage, under the lights, in front of hundreds of screaming people. Bearing it all in a G-string and the late-night lifestyle as a Male Performer.
Weekend after weekend, the words, "The stripper is here!" sent a terrifying surge of anxiety and stage fright after I knocked on a door or walked into a room full of people.
Often, on my way to a show, I would ask myself this question:
"How on earth did I get here?"
Growing up, my career aspirations were pretty typical. At different times while growing up...I imagined myself working as a firefighter, a cop, or an adventurous cowboy riding across the open plains.
In strange ways, I eventually found myself wearing the uniforms of those jobs--but not exactly in the way I had imagined as a child. Instead, I found myself patiently standing in the middle of lively bachelorette parties, accepting cash into the G-string. I left parties with bite marks, scratch marks, and lipstick stains, but several hundred dollars in hand.
I was living the life of a rock star, but without the fame or fortune.
There were late-night parties in sometimes questionable places and scenarios.
Limos waiting outside.
Crowds.
Ripped and torn clothes.
Drugs, strippers, and fans.
I was admired by some men and resented by others.
There were women at parties I performed for--went home to a husband, or boyfriend with one thing on their mind.
Maybe those guys thanked me, later.
It was a weird couple of years. Largely silent. Nothing I talked about.
Despite the sex, quick cash, limos, and wild parties, I dreaded each show. I hated every booking. I felt lost.
The truth was: I had PTSD. Suffered with Depression. I was also introverted.
But after a chapter of homelessness, stripping became an unexpected avenue of survival. A chance to rebuild my life.
When the opportunity came knocking...I stepped into a strange, underground world filled with body oils, adult toys, folding chairs, bright lights, and fast money.
And that's how I became...
The Reluctant Stripper.
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