Rally From Disaster

The following story is a chapter from my book, "Behind the G-String: Dion's Guide to Becoming a Male Stripper"

Rally From Disaster

Nothing was going according to plan.

The bachelorette party canceled two hours before my scheduled arrival time. Apparently, the bachelorette's fiancé learned that a male stripper was going to show up and didn't take too well to the news. The bachelorette's friends thought it was wise to cancel my show to avoid the consequential fireworks show.

They notified my agent, who in turn told me. I was a little disappointed at the prospect of losing out on several hundred potential dollars, but there was nothing I could do. To salvage the scattered pieces of my planned Saturday, I decided to make the best of what was left and lift weights. 

Shortly into my workout, the girls called me again to reschedule. The bachelorette had discovered that her surprise was a male stripper and insisted on having one despite her fiancé’s wishes. I scurried about to get ready.

Over the phone, Hana, the girl who hired me, sounded hell bent on a night of decadence and perversions. She requested a police costume with handcuffs. She also said that the girls never seen a male stripper before so they didn't know what to expect. I suggested that the girls and I could take body shots off of each other, followed by a game of eating sliced strawberries off random body parts. Hana loved the idea, saying that the party was going to be “wild.”

"By the way, you're in for a treat," Hana said. "We're all really cute." 

Everything sounded great so far. 

I arrived at Hana's location almost on time, which was a miracle considering they’d changed their minds last minute. The girls had rented a three-story beach condo in Destin, Florida with a great view of the sugar-white sand and the ocean.

Hana met me outside and paid me two-hundred and fifty dollars. I gave her a small boombox and followed her into the house. As I changed into my police costume, I heard the music blare from my boombox upstairs and the cheers of half a dozen drunken girls. They seemed ready.

I went upstairs and started my routine.

The bachelorette wore a white veil and sat apart from the other girls in an armchair. I told her that she was in big trouble and proceeded to handcuff her, which was met with a resounding cheer from her friends. I sat her back down in the chair and began to strip. My police shirt came off first, then my pants.

Then the atmosphere of the room turned glum.

It started when the bachelorette shirked away, demanding that I lavish my attention towards another girl. I tried to finish my strip show in front of the bachelorette, but she shook her head and looked away, frantically jerking her head towards a girl sitting on a nearby couch. "Get her!"

Seeing no sense in pushing my luck against an unwilling participant, I sauntered over to the girl on the couch, who responded by getting up and bolting out of the room.

The bachelorette pointed to another girl in the kitchen, so I went after her. The girl in the kitchen began backing away, making it clear that she wanted nothing to do with me. "Get the bride," she said, backing into the hallway. "It's her party."

"Yeah, get the bride," another girl said.

However, the bride shook her head.

"Come on, what are you doing?" Hana cried. "Show us some moves. Do something fun! This sucks so far."

The thread unraveled, causing the whole tapestry of the party to fall apart. No girl wanted to get near me, and without an interactive audience, there was no way for me to continue my performance.

To make matters worse, Hana began to heckle me.

"I paid two-hundred and fifty dollars for you," she said. "And I'm not feelin' it. I'm definitely not gettin' my money's worth."

So much for my initial presumption of this crowd. It was far from “wild.” No one wanted to do body shots, and my idea of extracting strawberries was out of the question. I tried to dance with the other girls with one last feeble attempt stop the inevitable destruction, but they all ran away. Then I danced alone with the hopes that the girls would be content with just watching. They weren’t.

"Is this your first time doing this?" one girl asked in a derisive tone.

 Hana threw a banana at me, hitting me in the chest.

"Do something with that," she said.

I stopped what I was doing and shot a stern look at her. "Don't throw shit at me," I said.

"Then, do something!" she said. "Show us some moves! Pick up a dollar with your butt cheeks. I paid a lot of money for you and so far, I'm not impressed."

By now, the thread of this party unraveled almost to the point of where no amount of sewing could stitch it back together again. Early on in my career, I would have ended the party right then and there since I had already collected the money. That was then though.

I had a new tactic. Instead of scrambling to mend the fabric myself, I decided to hand the thread and the needle over to Hana as though she bore the responsibility of fixing everything. 

"Listen," I said, walking up to her. "I don't know what idea you have of male stripping, but I'm not here to do backflips or tricks with bananas. The amount of fun y'all are gonna have depends on participation. You gotta meet me halfway, and right now, I'm in the middle and y'all aren't doing anything to meet me."

I may have sounded harsh because Hana stared at me in shock. I did not care at this point though. The awkwardness was too suffocating to spend another minute wallowing in ridicule and shame. To my surprise though, Hana asked in earnest, "So do women at your other parties participate more?"

"Yeah," I said. "They play along and everyone has fun. I’ve done hundreds of these parties, so I’m tellin’ ya from experience. If everyone is running and not participating, then we're both gonna be bored. I'm not trying to be rude, but I really want y'all to have a good time."

A brunette girl stepped forward. "Here, I'll join in," she said. "What do you want me to do?"

Her sudden compliance was unexpected, but this was something I could work with. "We can do this," I said, placing my hands underneath her arms and lifting her up.

"What's going on?!" she said, eyes bulging.

"Act like you're riding a stallion," I smiled. "Relax---I'm not gonna bite."

It took her awhile to comprehend what was going on, but the brunette finally wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my hips. After she jostled awhile from my bucking motion, she let go of her arms, leaving me to shoulder most of her weight. She leaned back, smiling and relaxing. The other girls watched in silence at first, then began to cheer. I could see Hana talking to her friends in the background as I humped the brunette from my standing position. 

Once I set her down, another volunteer came forward with a wad of dollar bills in her bra. I placed her onto the couch, straddled her, and buried my face into her cleavage to get the money out. Someone turned off the lights at this point, and the girls were chanting their approval. The girl underneath me seemed stiff and nervous at first, but she wrapped her arms around me while I licked the area around her breasts. Once I was done with her, another girl came forward.

"Unzip the back of my dress," said the newcomer.

I did so. It was a black and white one-piece dress. The zipper came halfway down the dress, and once unzipped, the girl was able to pull the straps off her shoulders. It fell to the floor revealing a slender form clad in only bra and a thong. Her bra bulged with money. I licked all around her breasts, much to the delight of her friends.

Soon, everyone was chanting my name: "Di-on! Di-on! Di-on!" 

The bachelorette went next. I took my physical exchange with her to a lesser extent than the others, but she decided to venture some mischief of her own by lifting up her dress to allow me to take the money sticking out of her underwear. 

Hana came forward with her dress lifted as well, exposing her white-laced panties with dollar bills protruding from the sides. I deposited her onto the couch and rubbed myself against her, simulating sex in the missionary position. The girls were screaming at this point. All trace of tension in the air was gone, replaced by a euphoria. I felt like I could do almost anything at this point.

"It's feeling wet down there," I joked to Hana, "and I don't see you sweating."

Shrieks of laughter filled the room. Hana yelped in a mixture of mirth and embarrassment.

After Hana, another girl with money in her panties came forward. I licked her ass cheek, her inner thighs, before taking the money.

Next, I took body shots of Crown Royal whiskey off of most of the girls' midsections. They were all beautiful and in good shape, and I was having as much fun as the girls were. After a few shots, we brought out the sliced strawberries, which were placed into the participant's mouth to where I would extract it with my mouth after taking a body shot from her abs. The girls said that this game was their favorite.

While I was about to take a body shot, one girl approached me from behind, lifted up her dress and pulled the dress down over my face, pressing her pussy against me.

The debauchery continued and during the midst of it all, Hana asked how much the party had improved.

"I'd give y'all an 'A+' right about now," I said.

"Wanna see my boobs?" she asked.

Before I could answer, she lowered the front of her dress, revealing her pleasant C cups.

"You like 'em?" she asked. 

"They're very nice."

“Suck on them,” she demanded.

I happily obliged, taking in a mouthful of her right breast. The other women roared in approval. Hana began to breathe deep and slow. I showed an equal amount of attention to her other breast as well.

“I bet you love this,” Hana said.

“Just a little,” I replied.

“Only a little?” Hana asked.

“A little too much.”

Everyone laughed. Someone commented about how my job was the ultimate gig for a guy.

"You'll like Mindy's boobs then," Hana said. "She just got fake ones. Mindy, show him your boobs."

Mindy was a blonde girl in a gray dress. Her breasts very large, round, and she held them in both of her hands for the whole room to see. Most of the other girls mimicked Mindy and Hana, lowering their tops and showing me their breasts.

During the midst of the impromptu exhibition, one of the girls in the background announced that their taxi would arrive soon. They planned to hit the clubs. It was time for me to end the party and collect my stuff.

"Give Dion a round of applause, everyone!" Hana announced.

Everyone in the room clapped their hands and cheered and I extended an arm and gave a flourishing bow.

Hana came up to me and said, "We had a great time. Sorry we sucked at first, but we kicked ass in the end, didn't we?"

"You did! I'm glad y'all had a good time, and I had a great time as well. That's what it's all about."

Then, Mindy came up to me and wrapped her arms around me and leaned on me with the lack of grace equal to her level of drunkenness. "Dion, you're a very handsome guy with a great body and a good personality. If I weren't engaged to such a wonderful man, I'd love to be with someone like you."

Some girls looked at each other in alarm and confusion. A few smirked. I guessed that Mindy was normally more reserved and conservative. Now she was drunk and horny.

I approached and thanked each girl individually. They told me nice things, and some apologized for "being stiff at first."

Before leaving, I asked if I could go out on the balcony to look at the beach scenery. I made a habit of enjoying the ocean views of the beach condos and hotels whenever I visited Destin, Florida or Gulf Shores, Alabama.

"Sure, go ahead," one girl said.

I went outside. The sound of the waves and the wind greeted me. The water reflected the moonlight. Mindy was out there, lounging in a chair with a glass of wine. She invited me to sit with her. I pulled up a chair.

"How did you get into this profession?" she asked.

I told her how I started in college and branched out from there. I told her about the various jobs I had and the places I lived. I then asked Mindy about her life. According to her, she was twenty-four years old, came from a wealthy family, was a multimillionaire, and a "right-wing, God-fearing Christian." She said that she was thankful that she was blessed with a good life and beauty.

I couldn't argue with her. She was beautiful and wealthy. A convenient combination. "If you weren't taken, I'd ask you out right now," I told her.

Mindy turned towards me and placed her hand on my arm and left it there. "Well now, I'm sure we'd make a hot couple. I don't know if blondes are your type."

One of the girls flipped on the outdoor balcony lights, interrupting us. Mindy did not seem eager to go, but I figured by the restless activity inside that the girls were ready to go out.

"Don't feel like you have to rush," Mindy said. "You can stay longer. Don't worry about them."

I could have, but it was time to leave. I had a lot of things to do the next day.

On the way out, Hana gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "So were we awesome?"

"Absolutely!" I told her. "And very hot."

She, along with several other girls, smiled upon hearing that. They insisted on booking me again in the future, promising to be even “crazier” next time. We all said our good-byes.

Once I got into my car, I breathed a sigh of relief. That whole incident could have gone the opposite direction and made it one of the worst parties of my career. It amazed me how a little explanation changed the whole dynamic of everyone’s attitude. I was glad I didn’t give up on them.  

Chapter 7: Physical Requirements

*Note: The following chapter is an excerpt from my book, "Behind the G-String: Dion's Guide to Becoming a Male Stripper" that is available here.  


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Looks are subjective. The idea of beauty changes from person to person. Most companies in this industry don’t expect a “perfect 10,” but standards certainly exist. When a group of girls hire a male stripper, they usually want a man that is above average in both body and face. You must have the muscularity and the facial aesthetics to satisfy the majority of your customers.

When I say “satisfy the majority of your customers,” that ranges from the sorority house to a group of wealthy housewives to young professionals. Your girlfriend’s opinion is not an accurate reflection of what the industry is looking for. I get a lot of e-mails from guys who have a six-pack, but are rail-thin and weigh 140 lbs. They claim that they want to become male strippers because their girlfriends said they have the body for it, or their friends think they “have what it takes.”

To understand what the industry wants, do a quick search on the internet for companies offering male strippers in your area. Browse through those photos. See all of those muscular and good looking guys? Yeah, that's your competition. If they look better than you, chances are, they are going to get more work than you.

If you're going to be a male stripper, you're entering a contest. It's a competition where there is only one winner, and your prize is performing at the bachelorette party. Your pictures on a booking company's website are the first things the customer will judge you by. They don’t know your personality or entertainment value; just your picture.

Here’s a list of physical characteristics that you should have:

Muscularity – You don’t have to be a bodybuilder, but don’t be a stick either. Be sure to work out your legs too, because chicken legs holding up your massive torso looks stupid. You’ll want to sculpt your body to have a symmetrical display of muscle mass. So: how muscular or how lean should you be, you ask? The answer really depends on your height and body type.

Below is a chart on an ideal (but not absolute) height to weight ratio:

5'8" to 5'9" tall - 165 to 175 lbs
5'10" to 5'11" tall - 170 to 190 lbs
6'0" to 6'1" tall - 185 to 205 lbs
6'2" to 6'3" tall - 195 to 215 lbs
6'4" to 6'5" tall - 210 to 225 lbs

This chart is not absolute. However, it should tell you one thing: If you’re 6’1”, weighing 160 lbs. probably means you’re too fucking skinny for the job. Spend some time in the gym and build some muscle mass before applying.

Abdominal Muscles – Very important. If the human body is an “X,” the abdominal muscles represent the center of the “X.” They become the center of attention when your shirt comes off, so be sure to have some blocky abs instead of flab. The more muscular types can fudge this a little bit, but make sure you don’t have a gut overhanging your pants, or the “fatty abs,” which mean that your abs are visible, yet obscured and soft looking due to the layer of body fat surrounding them.

Handsome Facial Features – You don’t have to be the hottest guy in your town, but you need to have some degree of good looks. Having a universally attractive face helps a lot.

For guys who inherited the unfortunate results of the genetic lottery, you cannot help how your face is shaped. Some people are born with great facial features, while others struggle with their flaws. The good news is that you don’t need the perfect face to climb your way into this industry as long as your other features compensate for your facial shortcomings.

Your personality and how you carry yourself can increase your attractiveness with women. Facial expressions make a huge difference. Wearing a confident smile will have a better effect on customers than scowling all the time. Practice in the mirror and determine which expressions make you look best. Take a lot of pictures of yourself holding different smiles and looks, and solicit honest feedback from peers as to which make you the best looking.

Good teeth – You must have good teeth. Nice, straight, white teeth. If you have a chipped front tooth, stained teeth, or missing teeth, look elsewhere for employment. Male stripping requires good dental care, and good dental care leads to great smiles, which lead to a more attractive appearance.

Height – The ideal height starts at 5’10 (177 cm) and goes upward from there, at least in North America. The Chippendales’ minimum height requirement is 5’10. Many companies prefer six feet or taller. Height is one of the most common complaints about male strippers—customers want their men to be tall. For you short guys out there, you better outshine your competition in other areas to make up for the lack of height. Even then, a company will rarely take an applicant who is 5’7 or shorter. Even 5’9 and 5’10 is cutting it close.

Penis size – It’s not important. Period.

Companies look at your whole package of looks, personality, and work experience when reviewing you as a candidate, not the package below your belly button. At most shows, including male revues, you’re not going to show your cock off unless a ravenous female rips your thong off. There is nudity in this business at certain times and certain places, but you’re not being paid any extra for the size of your dick.

The only thing penis size can offer the customer in this business is novelty. A male stripper with a big dick is like a female stripper with big tits. The large breasts may catch extra attention or offer another asset to the customer, but if the woman is hideous, her tits won’t matter. The same goes for men. Women don’t want to pay to see a fat slob with a big cock. They’d rather have a good-looking hunk with an average cock. A cock is a novelty that can only enhance the entire package, but not sustain its entirety alone.

Forget about penis size. Don’t send agents pictures of your dick. Don’t even talk about it unless asked.

Overall, you don’t have to be perfect, but you have to have a marketable look. I have seen guys with average faces pull off work because they have great bodies, and vice-versa.

Keep in mind that you can change a lot about your physical appearance through exercise, diet, good posture, haircut, and hygiene. Just because you don’t have the minimum physical requirements now doesn’t mean that you can’t change a few things about yourself and come back later. Even for those of you who are already well-built and good-looking, there is always room for improvement.

As a male stripper, you’re a product that is going on a store shelf. Customers will browse you along with many others before they make a purchase. Try to make sure you’re the best quality item on the shelf. Otherwise, they will pass you over and pay for somebody else. That’s why meeting the physical requirements is a major priority. 

Chapter 6: Personality Requirements

*Note: The following chapter is an excerpt from my book, "Behind the G-String: Dion's Guide to Becoming a Male Stripper" that is available here.  


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Once upon a time in college, I had a conversation with a bodybuilder who was taller, bigger, and more muscular than I was. He had discovered that I was a stripper, so he said, “No offense, but I’m better built than you, so I should be able to go to your company and make a lot of money.”

He was right about one thing: he definitely had a better body. But he was forgetting something very important: Personality. He did not get the job.

Having a good personality is the key to success in this industry. Having a body like a boulder is a nice asset, but it can’t help you if your personality is as dull as one. We are not like female strippers. Our audience requires more than eye candy.

There are three personality traits that help make a successful stripper. Let’s examine each trait and its importance for the job.

Charisma – In simple terms, charisma is the ability to make people give a shit about you.

I went to a Wrestlemania event with my brother when I was in middle school. I didn’t care about wrestling and only went because my brother wanted to go. Well, Hulk Hogan made a surprise appearance and the crowd’s cheers surged to a deafening level. He walked by me, scanning the crowd, waving, and smiling. He had an aura radiating around him that warmed the entire arena, its heat reaching even those sitting in the back rows. Even I, a person who dislikes Wrestlemania, found myself cheering when he cupped his ear towards my section of the crowd, expecting everyone to cheer him on. His personality was infectious. From that moment on, I understood why he was popular.

Male stripping is a lot like Hulk Hogan’s performance. You have to catch the audience’s attention, get them participating, and make them excited. That is charisma. Some people have an innate pool of it inside them, and they can whip a crowd up into a frenzy. Others who are more naturally shy, like me, had to train and develop it.

Charisma is not limited to performing. Being personable plays a huge part in being charismatic. Listen to what customers have to say about themselves and take genuine interests in their stories. People love a good listener, especially if that listener took his time from the spotlight to listen to an audience member’s story.

Whatever you do, work to minimize any of the following traits, which are counterproductive to charisma: rudeness, negativity, cynicism, apathy, and dullness.

Classiness – As strange as it sounds, male strippers should be classy because they deal with customers from all walks of life. Some traits that make a male stripper classy are good manners and consideration for others.

Having good manners is important, because it shows other people that we care about them. Unfortunately, more and more people toss manners aside in favor of selfishness. Don’t be one of those people. Introduce yourself formally to the customer when you arrive. When you accept something from a customer, whether it’s payment or a bottle of water, always say “thank you.” Don’t accept anything without a word of gratitude. Thank the party again before you leave.

Use the titles of “Ma’am” or “Sir” when addressing people unless told otherwise. I see too many people saying “hey” or “hey, you” when they address others. Don’t be that insolent prick. It gives a bad first impression.

Taking a little extra time to utilize good manners does not hurt anybody. It shows that you are respectful, and when you give people respect, you are more likely to receive that respect in return. Good manners can only benefit you in this line of work, and best of all, they’re free.

Classiness also relates to the desire to do a good job and make the customers happy. The show is about the customers, not the stripper. Interact with the entire party if possible. Don’t ignore someone because she is shy or unattractive. Understand your customers’ vibe and adjust the wildness of your routine accordingly.

One male stripper I knew made sex his biggest priority. He’d show up to a party and seek out the girl that seemed the most willing to have sex with him. This often pissed the other guests off, but he wouldn’t care. He’d say that they were a bunch of “prudes” and move on to the next party with wild hopes of attaining the next easy girl.

Don’t be this guy. Have some class. Show exceptional character by giving your customers a memorable experience that they’ll talk about for weeks to come.

Reliability – Booking companies want their strippers to show up to the parties so they can get payment from the customer. If a stripper shows up late or fails to show, customers will call the company and complain, and booking agents hate nothing more than giving a refund because one of their strippers flaked. Also, agents frown on male strippers who are always unavailable or constantly turn down work. A reliable person takes on as many shows possible and shows up on time.  

Integrity is important in this industry. Many booking companies operate online, so the stripper sometimes collects the entire payment in person and sends the company its cut later. The company needs to trust its strippers.

To summarize, if you lack charisma, classiness, and reliability, then you most likely don’t have the personality required to be a successful male stripper. Your actions demonstrate these traits; your words don’t mean shit. That’s why you prove yourself by showing up to your parties on time, every time, being polite and considerate, and entertaining the crowd where they can’t thank you enough for a job well done. When the girls tell your agent how awesome you were, or they throw you some extra cash, you know that you’re on the right path. 

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Chapter 5: Types of Male Stripping

*Note: The following chapter is an excerpt from my book, "Behind the G-String: Dion's Guide to Becoming a Male Stripper" that is available here.  


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There are several different branches of male stripping. While they all involve dancing and taking off your clothes, there are fundamental differences. Let’s examine the pros and cons of each type and see which one best suits you.

Private party

The male stripper travels to the clients’ party location and performs. This can be a hotel room, a residence, condo, club, or bar. Most of these parties fall into the category of bachelorette parties and birthday parties.

These performances rely more on interaction with the customers than a choreographed dance routine. The majority of male strippers perform at private parties. The stripper performs alone for a group of females.

Pros: Good money. More personal time for the crowd. Easier to manage the performance due to a smaller crowd. The performance usually only lasts around an hour. Sometimes the customers offer you food and drink, or they invite you to go out with them afterwards. Guaranteed good money for the stripper just for showing up. Performing alone means no competition for tips. No waiting for your turn to perform. Easier to work incognito. Fairly easy to break into compared to the other types of stripping.

Cons: Travel required. Sometimes you lose the profits at the gas pump. Solo act means you’re all alone when things go bad; it also means that you have to work the crowd on your own. Work schedule is very sporadic. Seldom repeat customers.

Strip Club

The male stripper performs at a designated strip club on stage. He has a set work schedule. In most scenarios, his act involves a choreographed routine followed by crowd interaction both on and off the stage. Because of the dance routine, most strip clubs require an audition. The movie Magic Mike depicts a realistic example of male strip club work.

A male stripper who works at the strip club also needs several costumes, since the whole dance act can cover several different themes.

Pros: Set work schedule. Repeat customers. Coworkers and employer can assist you when things go bad. Sometimes an emcee helps you work the crowd. The only travel required is the club. Other strippers can provide help and insights about the job. The staff can kick out the obnoxious customers.

Cons: You compete with your coworkers for tips. Repeat customers might include crazy people who stalk you. Longer work hours. Slow nights result in less money. Gossip regarding you and your coworkers spreads worse than STDs. Auditions make the selection process more difficult.

Regular Dance Club

A male stripper at a regular dance club is there to augment the atmosphere and provide customers with extra eye candy. People can tip him, but he’s not the center of attention. Gay clubs tend to hire male strippers for this purpose. Skinny guys are eligible for this job.

Pros: Set work schedule. Men are rumored to tip more. Get paid to go clubbin’ all night, free drinks usually included! Repeat customers. The gay clubs are the perfect place if you like getting groped by other men. Easiest job to get for a male stripping gig as the requirement level is the lowest. Skinny guys can apply here and do very well.

Cons: Limited money. Dancing the entire night at the same club gets old fast. A bad place to be if you hate getting groped by other men. No room to improve because you’re really just there to be part of the scenery. Someone in your town may recognize you. You get unwanted solicitations for sex a lot.

Male Revue

A specialized event where male strippers travel to perform. The location can be a bar, club, large venue, auditorium, concert hall, or wherever you can cram a bunch of excited women. The stripping act is similar to the male strip club, except male revues always involve travel. An organizer rounds up male strippers and sends them out to these locations.

Pros: Some establishments pay very well for male revues, and a large crowd can bring in a flood of money. Sometimes there are some very horny women. You have other male strippers working with you to assist with the crowd. You can keep a low profile from your job, family, and friends if you’re away from home.

Cons: Crowd size and participation are hit or miss depending on the location. If the crowd is small, kiss your earnings goodbye. Some women at male revues are overly aggressive. The staff at these establishments aren’t usually very helpful. Male strippers often incur the travel expenses themselves.  

Chippendale (or similar touring troupe)

The top tier of male stripping. Unlike the other types of stripping, these guys get a salary along with paid travel and accommodations. They work for it by rehearsing, touring, and staying in top shape. Entry into the Chippendales is highly competitive since there are usually only 24 Chippendales in the world at a given time.

Pros: Steady salary. Set work schedule. Travel. Paid hotel and food expenses if you’re on tour. Huge fan base. Easy access to sexy women. Work with the other guys as a team. Chippendale name is famous worldwide.

Cons: Large workload. Constant rehearsals and touring. Fierce competition means that you’ll have a better chance at winning the lottery than getting this gig. Life on the road can be strenuous. Aggressive women. Less flexibility regarding your other plans in life. Once again, you need to be the best of the best to land this job.

The Black Male Stripper Circuit

A serious business opportunity for black male strippers performing for a black female audience. The ladies usually come to see these performances out of feminine desire and eroticism rather than the celebration of a special occasion. These ladies may be dedicated fans or groupies, traveling from afar to see their favorite male strippers.

Pros:  A serious cash cow opportunity. A legion of fans. Celebrity treatment.

Cons: Fierce competition. Requires an excessive amount of performing talent. You must be black.

Summary

Just because there are several different types of male stripping out there doesn’t mean you have to stick with only one. You can work at a male strip club, do private parties, and travel around for male revues at the same time if you’re ambitious.

Personally, I enjoy private parties the most. They offer quick and easy money for an hour-long performance, along with a flexible work schedule. Plus, I prefer smaller crowds. I own a home and have a full-time job, so the prospect of touring doesn’t appeal to me. 

Choose whichever type of stripping suits your abilities and lifestyle. If you like to travel, join a touring male revue group or the Chippendales (if you can). If you like to stay near your home, work at private parties. If you just like to get laid and earn money, pick and choose any of the above.

For future reference, most of this book will focus on private party stripping unless noted otherwise, because private party male strippers make up the bulk of the industry. 


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Chapter 3: Why Hire a Male Stripper?

*Note: The following chapter is an excerpt from my book, "Behind the G-String: Dion's Guide to Becoming a Male Stripper" that is available here.  



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Sometimes, I get asked, "Why should a group of ladies hire you when they can go out and get any guy they want for free?" In business, this translates to, "Why should I buy your service/product?" If you cannot answer this question, you should not be selling your service or product. You should not be a stripper if you cannot demonstrate why women should pay you to perform.

This is an obstacle anyone in business faces. Sure, there are plenty of men out there who would be happy to volunteer a strip show for a crowd of attractive ladies. What makes a good male stripper different from the other guys is quality, professionalism, and entertainment value.

First, when women hire male strippers, they want a stud. They don't want Average Joe, or a guy with a beer gut, or a rail thin college kid who weighs less than most of the girls do. They want a universally appealing man with an appealing face and a muscular body with well-defined abdominal muscles. Therefore, appearance plays a huge role in determining the quality of a male stripper, and good appearance comes from routine exercise, proper diet, genetics, and hygiene.  

Male strippers also put forth a high degree of professionalism for their shows. This ranges from the costume selection to the friendly attitude he displays. When a stripper takes on a show, he makes a promise with customers to be dependable, arrive on time, and put on a good show. He also gauges each girl to determine her comfort zone and how to react accordingly. Above all, they have the ability to work with customers of different backgrounds, cultures and creed.

Most importantly, women hire male strippers because of their ability to entertain. Whether it’s a bachelorette or birthday party, the girls want some fun and a good laugh. A male stripper knows how to provide a good time with plenty of activities for the women to enjoy.

So why should women hire a male stripper over the average guy? Because he is the epitome of masculinity mixed with entertainment.

Chapter 2: Reasons to Become a Male Stripper

*Note: The following chapter is an excerpt from my book, "Behind the G-String: Dion's Guide to Becoming a Male Stripper" that is available here.  


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You like being the center of attention

You like to earn easy money

You get paid to party with women of all types

You like to show off those muscles that you have worked so hard for

Every day at work is different—you never know what you’re going to get into

You like to travel for work

You like dressing in costumes

You enjoy wearing thongs and skimpy underwear

You like performing in front of a crowd

You enjoy that feeling of rock star treatment

You love to dance

You can meet many girls on the job

You can sometimes have sex on the job

You earn a lot of money under-the-table

You will have many interesting stories to tell

You will have a unique life experience


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Chapter 1: An Intro to Male Stripping

*Note: The following chapter is an excerpt from my book, "Behind the G-String: Dion's Guide to Becoming a Male Stripper" that is available here.  

My name is Dion, and I am a male stripper.

In high school, I wasn’t the star football player or prom king. I was the musician in chorus class who had never even been inside a gym. I spent all my free time playing video games, reading fantasy novels, and watching anime.

I moved to Gainesville in 2002 to attend the University of Florida, one of the top party schools in the United States. I missed out on the wild parties, apparently. I spent my 21^st birthday working a part-time job at the gym and doing homework. There was no crazy birthday party, no outing with friends. I couldn’t even get a girlfriend. I was in the prime of my life making good grades at a good college, but I felt like a loser.

My saving grace through this period was bodybuilding. Ultimately, it was my dream to compete. I wanted to enter a bodybuilding competition and be the best built guy in the region. However, while I had good muscular symmetry, my frame would never allow me to attain the hulking physiques of pro-bodybuilders, meaning I wasn’t likely to win any competitions. Moreover, my muscles weren’t getting me any girls.

Then I walked into French Addiction, a lingerie store, and saw an ad for male strippers. Part of the requirement was having a nice physique. No dance experience necessary. I applied and got the job.

Getting this job marked the biggest turning point of my life. I became a whole other person. My life shifted from a dull existence to one full of excitement. I went to the best parties and got paid to do so. My forays with the opposite sex exceeded all my fantasies and expectations. Girls constantly called me wanting to hang out. My life made those movies about the college party life seem boring in comparison.

The money was great too. I made more in thirty minutes working a party than I did during a week’s worth of work at the gym. Other students had to take grueling shift work to earn minimum wage, while I partied with girls and earned more. I couldn’t believe it. Sometimes I had nightmares that the whole male stripping job was just a dream.

 To say that male stripping changed me is an understatement. It transformed me into something better, more dynamic. This occupation also gave me plenty of memorable adventures. Becoming a stripper was one of the best things that ever happened to me, and I would do it over again and again.

That’s enough about me. What about you? Why do you want to become a stripper?

Let’s examine some reasons and see if this job is really for you.


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Behind the G-String - Now Available on Amazon

My first book, Behind the G-String: Dion's Guide to Becoming a Male Stripper, is now available. Buy the e-book on Amazon for the Kindle. 

Don't have a Kindle? Then download the free Kindle reading app so you can read it on your phone, tablet, or PC. 

Here's the description of the book:

Explore the unique and hidden world of the exotic male stripper. This comprehensive guide tells you everything you need to know on getting the most entertaining job in the world. If you ever wondered what it's like to be a real life Magic Mike, then look no further. Discover if male stripping is the dream job for you. 

Also included:

* New wild stories that are not on the blog

* A list of stripping agencies that are hiring

* A detailed routine for private party male strippers

Don't like e-books? No need to worry. A print version will soon be available.