I have blogged a couple of times about my past experiences as a stripper. Here’s a look into WHY I became a stripper.
I am an only child. Often I would spend a lot of time by myself. I was perfectly fine with that…I had (and still have) and extremely overactive imagination. I was always off in my own little world and having a blast while I was there. The downside to that is I didn’t develop what Kathy Bates referred to in The Waterboy as “da soshul skeels.”
Because of this, I became quite shy. I was VERY introverted. I was even shy around family members that I knew well. It was completely ridiculous. It’s amazing that I haven’t become quite insane, going around mumbling things like “I…I believe you have my stapler...bu.. burn the place down…”
As I got a little older, I made some friends and became a little less shy. Then my parents decided we should move. A couple of hours away. No more friends. Back to square one.
By the time I’m 16, I have a small group of friends that I hang out with. I’m very close to these friends and around them, I’m not very shy. The disease of my shyness is still there though.
Then it happens. My timidity leads to a mortifying experience with a girl. Not just once, but twice. Read about it here: Embarrassing moment of shyness. Not once, but twice!
That was the last straw. I’d had it. I sat myself down and did some serious soul searching. I asked myself, “Why are you so shy, dammit?” After a long and interesting two and three sided conversation with myself (and NO, it did not include mumbling about a stapler), I realized that I was afraid. I was letting fear control my life. “NO MORE!” I told myself. So I kicked fear’s ass out of the moving car and hopped on over and into the driver’s seat to take over.
I made a deal with myself. Any time I was afraid of something, I’d run head first, straight at it. I read about immersion therapy and became its poster child. Anytime something caused me to feel fear, I’d do the thing I was afraid of over and over again, until I wasn’t afraid anymore. I used to be afraid of deep water. (Like ocean deep, not deep side of the swimming pool) Now I’m a certified diver and have made several night dives. I used to be afraid of flying and afraid of heights. Now I enjoy skydiving! I became a bit of an adrenaline junkie.
But I noticed…I was still somewhat shy. I didn’t understand it. “Why am I still shy?” I asked myself again. Another one of those stapler-less conversations later and I realized that I didn’t like being the center of attention.
My biggest fear was public speaking. I dreaded the thought of public speaking. I couldn’t do it. By the time I would open my mouth to say the first word; I’d be on the cusp of a full blown anxiety attack. I would be sweating, stiff, and unable to move. My heart would be pounding so hard in my chest that I thought my eardrums would burst.
My solution? Strip club! I was in pretty decent shape, so I became a bouncer at a strip club with the agreement that I would also work part time as the DJ. This worked out well. The upside, no one was looking at me. Hell, they couldn’t even see me. Sure, I had to talk into a microphone ever five minutes or so all night long, but the entire audience faced away from me so they could watch the main stage. And as an added bonus, I got paid to spend several hours a night watching tits & ass!
This got me over the speaking part, but, I was still terrified of being the center of attention where everyone was actually looking right at me. When I was considering this and what to do about it, a unique opportunity arose.
What did I do? Why, I became a male stripper of course!
If you are terrified of having a large crowd paying attention to only you, I have the perfect solution. Dance for them. And don’t just dance…Do it wearing nothing but a pair of boots and a thong! You’ll either die of embarrassment, or you’ll never be shy again! Want to completely seal the deal to make sure absolutely NOTHING will ever embarrass you ever again? Dance at a bachelorette party where the maid of honor is a hot teacher that you had a crush on back when you were in school!
Trust me…it does the trick every time.
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