Male Stripping
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Preface I choose to be a stripper, much to the amusement of my friends, but to the apparent consternation of my family. There is perhaps only one job I would cherish more (that of a professional athlete), but I chose the wrong sports. Being a professional male stripper provides me with a lifestyle that is the envy of many. I have plenty of spare time, meet lots of interesting people, travel to interesting places and get paid for being an athlete. It really is a job to die for. My stress level remains at a constant low and despite the modest income I would never swap my current situation for the previous one of a six figure salary and an early heart attack (it is after all, no good being the richest man in the graveyard). I find it something of an indictment on our modern society where honesty is too frequently substituted with the word negative. We now live in a sound-bite society where straight teeth in your mouth are more important than the words that come out of it. Truth and the search for it now seem like an outdated fashion, an irrelevance in the modern age. I frequently ask how and why have people become so anaesthetized the lies ? Do they just live it in their own lives ? Gullibility combined with the march of the drones seems to have multiplied, as our societies have become McDonaldized. In the light of some comments and feedback I have felt it necessary to state my position clearly. This is not to justify merely to clarify. What follows is an honest appraisal of the male strip scene in the UK. The emphasis is placed on the word honest. Like all industries, stripping has a darker, unsavoury side. However, by merely alluding to it, please be assured that I am not negative about my existence. No names are named and I can back up everything I say. If honesty is now negative them I’m negative and
proud. More revelations will follow, although this time in glorious technicolour.
However, you will have to wait for the full manuscript of Road
Warrior : Tales of a Male Stripper. |