WARNING – NSFW details ahead:
I’ve never shared this part of my life in detail with anybody, so fuck it, here goes:
I got into stripping at the age of 27. I hadn’t had a steady relationship in a long time, and had turned to fitness lifestyle and really built myself. I saw and responded to a modeling agencies ad, where the idea to strip was also presented to me.
Towards the end of a risqué but ultimately safe-for-work shoot, the director of the photography asked very straightforwardly if I had ever considered adult entertainment. “Absolutely not” I explained, knowing that the lifestyle of a porn actor is not one I could easily vibe with. “No no, not pornography, it’s private entertainment, for small audiences.” He explained. “I think you would take to it, and-“, he suggested playfully “you get to be the center of attention”.
Fast forward a few days and not only have I called the number given to me but I also set up an interview/audition. For the sake of privacy and discretion, I will leave out the name of the group I worked for as a male entertainer. Their headquarters was a hole in the wall studio/office where the job was explained to me. I couldn’t believe what they were describing. “No way, women pay for THAT?” I asked, amazed at apparently how common these male stripper events were. “That and more.”