Lessons From Hindsight

A reader named Sirus recently asked me an interesting question about male stripping that I have often thought of, but never put into words:

Is there anything you know now that you wished you knew when you first started stripping? If so, what is it?

I wish I knew many things back when I first started that I know now. Thinking back on my early experience, I cringe at many things I have done. If I could change several things back then though, then I would do so with then following:

- My routine. It sucked back then. I couldn't believe more people didn't complain on me.

- Networking with more agencies. I started with one agency, and it was a shitty agency at best. I could have made a lot more money had I known better.

- Staying single more often. I missed out on a lot of fun opportunities due to a sour relationship conflicting with my interests at the time.

- Following up on the previous one, I should have pursued some more opportunities back then.

- Contrary to the previous one, I should have avoided some opportunities back then. I met some stupid and psycho girls from this job.

- Getting a concealed carry license for a firearm sooner. I should have carried a gun everywhere with me when I started.

- Keeping my damned mouth shut. When I first started stripping, I told a few too many people about it. Bragging backfired on me. Now only my closest friends (3 or 4 people at most) know that I strip still.

- Continuing stripping despite entering a relationship. Believe it or not, I quit stripping a twice in my career due to relationships. What the fuck was I thinking?

- Writing a journal about my shows---basically what I'm doing with this blog. I always wanted to write about my shows ever since I started. Yet, it was something I postponed until later. Now, after doing hundreds of shows, I had forgotten a lot of them. The ones I remember most are the ones you see here.

- Getting more pictures of/with the girls at the parties for myself. Some rock bands take pictures of the crowds at each venue they perform. After stripping for years, I now see why they do this. I have forgotten thousands of faces, and I wish I had pictures to remember these girls and my experience with them.

There are many more things I would have done differently, and I mull over some of these scenarios sometimes. That is a reality that everyone faces though. Time and experience along with trial and error taught me a lot over the years. A time machine would be nice though...

Update and New Questions

I had an interesting show last weekend that resulted in a really wild time worthy of a story. It will take time to write, so bear with me. My recent schedule only allows me limited time to write. In the meantime, I haven't posted male stripping questions in awhile, so I'll post a few recent ones along with some answers.

1st Question:
"Does it matter how tall you are to become a male stripper?"

My Answer:
Yes, in a way. 6'0 or a little taller is the ideal height. Some agents recommend platform boots for guys under 5'10. If you're around 5'0 to 5'6, then your chances are slimmer. If you're shorter than 5'0, you can try to become one of those midget strippers. Believe it or not, there is a market for them.

2nd Question:
"How do you think the role your ethnicity plays in this industry? Do you think a full Asian male stripper would struggle getting booked for gigs?

My Answer:

My ethnicity doesn't play a huge role as far as getting gigs. Most women assume I'm a white guy coming to their party anyway. If I tell them I'm part Asian afterward, they still treat me the same.

Ethnicity mostly matters concerning parties with black women. Most black women only want to book black men. So a black male stripper would benefit more from this market.

Regarding a full Asian male stripper getting gigs, I think it's easily possible if the guy has his check marks in all the right boxes. I knew a Japanese guy when I worked in Japan who was 6'0 tall with an aesthetic bodybuilder look and a face that women found appealing. Whenever he went to North America or Europe for business, women would eat him up.

Ethnicity does not determine the total package of someone. That answer would be genetics.

Stripper's Log 03-24-12: Video

I often write about what I do. Now you can see a video about what I do.

The party in the video took place on Saturday, March 24th. I'm doing my usual routine of taking body shots from the bride.





Dion
sinistralmetal@yahoo.com

Stripper's Log 03-23-12

Friday, March 23rd, 2012. A small country town in Georgia, about three and a half hours away from where I live.

I had to strip for a birthday party consisting of black women. I couldn't remember who the birthday girl was, but her friend owned a restaurant and threw a party for her after closing. That meant that there was plenty of food to go around, a perk which I love about this job.

Another thing I rememberer was how conservative this group was, meaning that out of the dozen girls present, only three of them dared to interact with me without running away, jumping over chairs and ducking behind tables. They paid and tipped me well though.

One girl, a beautiful girl by the name of Tamara, took an keen interest in me. She touched and grabbed more than the average girl. After finishing my routine and while I was gathering my clothes, she nodded towards my crotch and asked me, "So is that real, or did you stuff it with a sock?"

"What do you think?" I asked.

"I don't know. That's why I'm askin' you."

"Here." I grabbed both of Tamara's hands and guided them toward the front of my thong, placing both of them against my cock. My audacity caused her to gasp in surprise, but she did not withdraw or let go. She smiled nervously and even fondled me for a few moments before turning to see if anyone else was watching.

"I better stop," she said. "They be talkin' bout this to everyone."

I got dressed and the girls offered me food, which I graciously accepted. As I was going to leave, Tamara and another girl, who was heavy-set, approached me. The heavy-set girl was holding a camera. "Let's go outside and take some pictures," she said. "Tamara wants some with you."

We went outside and I posed with Tamara as her friend snapped pictures of us.

"Get a lil' raunchy," the larger girl said. "Tamara, lift yo leg up on him, girl. Yeah, like that." She continued to snap more pictures, with more provacative poses. After we finished, Tamara offered to walk me to my car.

"She gonna be all over you," her friend said. "She likes white guys."

"Is that so?" I asked Tamara, who just smiled.

"Yeah," her friend answered. "Especially the cowboy types."

"Well, I can ride her like one," I said, causing both girls to laugh.

Tamara accompanied me to my car, and her friend went inside to leave us alone. The parking lot was empty, all of the other businesses in the small plaza were closed for the night. I knew why Tamara walked me to my car. She wanted to exchange contact information, and perhaps something even more.

"So you like the cowboy types?" I asked her in attempt to get her to talk more.

"Yeah," she said. "My family don't approve of my tastes though..."

"Why not?"

"Because they want me to get with a black guy, but I'm just not attracted to them. Not to sound racist against my own kind or anything, I just don't like them."

"So am I more your type?"

Tamara giggled, and slapped me playfully on the arm. I held out my hand and she took it and held it. "How far away do you live?" she asked.

"Like three hours away," I said.

"How often do you head out this way?"

"Sometimes," I replied. In truth, I would only come out toward her area if I had a strip show. Nonetheless, she gave me her phone number and told me to call or text her. She kissed me on the cheek as I got into my car to leave.

Unfortunately, that will most likely be the first and only time that I would see her. Such is the fate of this job---it's like a traveling circus that comes to town to perform and then disappears.

Feast or Famine

In my career of stripping, there is either a drought or a flood. Sometimes weeks go by without a single party. This upcoming weekend will contain loads of parties. This can be both good or bad.

Pros: More parties equals more money. If I'm having a bad night with one party, that may change with the next party.

Cons: More parties often results in less quality. Sometimes I have to rush one party just to make the next. Hurrying to end a great party always leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Also, if the girls invite me to hang out with them afterwards, I would have to decline. This sucks if I wanted to hook up with that attractive girl who has been flirting with me subtly all night.

So there are more cons than pros, but I'll take a flood over a drought any day. I can wrap up the boring parties more quickly, and the money makes it worth it. And if I did want to hook up with someone, I can always try at the last party.

Anyway, I'll do my best to document this weekend. Something interesting is bound to happen. If there's one thing I love about male stripping is that no party is ever the same. Everyday is different.