Sunday, July 24, 2016

Still Stripping...

This will be a short update. 

Basically, I think I have carpal tunnel on my left hand. I cannot open it without pain. I can still lift weights somewhat, as long as I don't move my thumb around. Typing is out of the question, however. Isn't that strange?

That's why my updates have trickled to a complete stop. It's getting better though. I still have to wear a brace.

Stripping work is stronger than ever. I'm barely keeping up with the bookings, but I can't complain about the money. It is a challenge to strip with a hand brace (pictured below). I'm very hesitant to hoist girls up and around like before, so my performances haven't been 100 percent, but I don't think my audience has noticed.

I'll definitely have more updates once my hand gets better.  

This party plastered some temporary tattoos on my ass.




Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Male Stripper Brutally Beaten in Ireland

"I can't even walk properly anymore." Renoir Taha


When going to gigs as a male stripper, you should always be cognizant of your surroundings and with the people you're interacting. In Ireland, a male stripper named Renoir Taha claimed to have been attacked by the so-called customers who booked him.

Here's the story as reported from the independent.ie:

Taha said he couldn’t find the house he had been booked to visit. When he tried to call the woman who had made the booking, a male voice answered and told him to wait in the housing estate.

“When I was waiting, three guys came in a black car. Two of them came to my side of the car, and one of them went to the passenger side.

“He asked me to get out of the car, and as soon as I got out the guy was aiming to hit me, so I jumped back into the car.

“My girlfriend was already out of the car, she ran out because the third guy was hitting the windows with a steel bar, so she ran out and started screaming for help,” he said.

After his girlfriend had escaped, the men targeted Renoir and began to beat him with the bar, as he rushed back inside the car.

“At first, I thought it was a robbery but they weren’t trying to take my phone or my car, they were aiming to hit me.”

He managed to crawl out of the passenger side and started running as well.

As his girlfriend called for help, several residents of the estate came out of their homes, but Renoir said they merely looked on.

“I called the GardaĆ­ myself and when they came, we were completely in shock.

“The three men fled, and they have not been caught,” he added.

Renoir works a minimum of five jobs every Saturday, each lasting between 15-25 minutes, and charges €100 per job. Donning costumes such as a police uniform, he travels all over the country for his work, visiting houses, pubs and hotels to perform for groups of women and men.

“Most of them are hen parties and birthday parties. I sometimes do baby showers, but that’s very rare,” he added.

“I am very professional, I don’t head off with any girls. I respect the women, they are just there to have a good time, not some weird guy coming up and trying to get with them.

“I have good feedback, I always try to make the best out of it and ensure the girls are enjoying it to the maximum.”

Renoir is unable to return to work immediately due to his injuries.



Dion's advice: 

Your company should screen shady customers. In the very least, they get all the credit card information from the customer, thus weeding out the time-wasters and scammers. I don't know if Renoir got this gig through his company or privately, but if you do take private bookings, ask questions and screen the customers thoroughly.

Also, don't get out of the car when three guys approach and ask you to get out. Taha could have driven off, but instead, put himself in a compromising position. If your gut feeling tells you something isn't right about the party, just cut it as a loss and cancel. Walk away from a bad situation if you have to. Don't worry about the money.

Of course, I live in the U.S. and carry a gun everywhere, so I'm not worried so much by three men attacking me in this situation. Nonetheless, I try to avoid shady parties like this whenever possible.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Georgia Peach

Last weekend on my way to a birthday party, I got behind an S.U.V. that had "Florida Bound" written across the back window, and the license plate depicting the state of Georgia. We were both heading towards Panama City on a four-lane highway.

As I passed the S.U.V., the driver honked the horn many times. I looked over and saw several girls waving at me as they sped up and passed me. Then they slowed down. I decided to play along with them, so I passed them, honked the horn of my truck, and flexed my bicep as I passed them again. They cheered.

A few minutes later, they honked the horn at me and passed me again. This time when I looked over, the driver had pulled her bikini top down and was shaking her bare breasts at me. I gave her a thumbs up, considering that a more-than-fair trade.

At the next stop light, the S.U.V. pulled up next to me in the left lane. The passenger handed me a sticky note. I opened it up and it had the driver's phone number along with her first and last name for Facebook.

That was the most interesting way I had ever gotten a number off a girl.






Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Single for a Reason

Life has been busy lately, especially with stripping. It's the busy season for my area, which is April through May.

I'll share something that happened in April.

I performed at a bachelorette party full of ladies that worked in a cosmetic surgery center together. That meant every lady their had an incredible boob job, and diving in between those perky fun breasts for cash has never been funner, although I met more push resistance from the silicone than usual.

The show went well, as the ladies seemed satisfied with my act, and they tipped me handsomely for it. Afterwards, two of the single girls from the crowd invited me out with them to the clubs. I graciously accepted since the club was within walking distance of the resort hotel where they were staying.

It turned out to be a short outing for me. 

One of the single girls (we'll call her Amanda)--a short blonde with breast implants that resembled two balloons ready to burst out the front of her dress--decided she wanted to go home early to let her dogs out. Amanda was staggering about and could not stand up straight without swaying. Her coworkers and friends rejected the idea of her driving, but she insisted that she was fine.

Several coworkers offered to drive her, but Amanda refused, stating that she did not want to leave her car behind. Amanda and her friends were at an awkward stalemate.

I cut in, offering to take Amanda home while getting a cab back to the resort. The other girls didn't mind this idea, especially when I offered to call when Amanda got home safely and I was on my way back. After bantering back and forth with her friends, Amanda finally relented to my idea.

I really didn't want to take her home, but I wasn't fond of the possibility of her killing herself and some other innocent bystanders. Thus, I drove her home.

On the way, we engaged in strained small talk, at least on my end. We had very little in common. I had to dig through the depths of my social repertoire, which was molded from years of performances and public speaking, to hold a decent conversation with this girl. Maybe she was shy, or just drunk, but she had little interesting to say about anything. 

She did lament about her single status, though. "I just moved here and the dating pool sucks in this area. I went on a few dates from Tinder and those didn't pan out well."

When we arrived at her house, Amanda used her phone to get an Uber taxi cab for me. She invited me inside while I waited for the cab to arrive.

As we entered her house, she said, "I never bring guys here that I had just met..."

I nodded, figuring that she had brought several guys before me home, but somehow wanted to make herself sound more reserved and conservative than her current actions dictated. 
 
"Let me introduce you to my roommate. I think he's on the back patio." 

We wandered to the back patio where a guy was sitting on a lawn chair and smoking hookah. He stood up and greeted Amanda with a peck on the lips, indicating that they've been much more than mere roommates on several occasions. Then he turned and greeted me in a jovial voice. We talked, and he was pleasant enough. He was much easier to talk to than Amanda.

Before I could get settled in, my Uber cab arrived. Amanda offered to walk me out to the front and gave me a hug. I felt her silicone breasts push against me like a pair of water balloons.

The uber driver, a middle-aged lady, commented how we made a cute couple. I thanked Amanda for getting the cab and hugged her once more before departing.

On the way back, the uber driver said, "Did you just meet her? You look great together."

"We met a few hours ago. I just drove her home because she was a little too tipsy."

"Oh, I love stories like these! I could tell that girl was really into you. I could see it in her eyes."

"Really?" I said in wonder, because I didn't notice such a look from Amanda.

"Ooohhh, yeah. Honey, I've been doing this for a while. I can tell. That girl had doe eyes for ya... So are you going to see her again?"

"Probably not."

"Oh, why not?" the cab driver asked in dismay.

"She's not my type," I answered.




Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Bachelorette Party Souvenirs

Over the years, bachelorette parties have given me many souvenirs and trinkets to take home in addition to tip money. These have included custom t-shirts, penis straws, penis whistles, koozies, condoms, necklaces, bracelets, feather boas, various hats, sex toys, thongs, panties, and much more shit that I didn't really need. 

Here's a small collection of things I've received over the last month:



What do I do with these? 

Easy. I pass them out at future bachelorette parties as souvenirs. As for the panties, I can give them as a gift to an intimate girlfriend--and the best part is that I didn't have to pay for them!