My Life as A Male Stripper (1)

When I was preparing to leave the Air Force I was concerned about what I was going to do for a living. My husband and I had been living in Europe for seven years and felt it was time to come home. It shouldn’t be a surprise to you that in 1981, Ed and I were ineligible for a joint spouse assignment. We knew that it was unlikely that we would be assigned to the same base and, since Ed had more time in the Air Force, he should be the one to continue his career (he has since retired). I decided that male stripping would be a good back up job which has been a part of my life ever since. This is a vocation I have pursued for over 30 years. I’m going to write about my experiences as a series rather than a single story. My initial attempts to break into the field were rocky. I have always used my last name as part of my stage name. Initially my stage name was Sunny Day which was short lived. I applied to “Le Bare” and all the major gay stripping clubs but was rejected at every turn. The management at each of these institutions said really mean, judgmental things like my body wasn’t good enough or that my junk wasn’t big enough. One particularly unpleasant talent manager suggested that I keep my hair trimmed so people wouldn’t mistake me for a girl. You would have thought I would have been discouraged and quit. But no, a young man has his dreams. I reinvented my act and began looking for alternative venues that would be more eager to fully appreciate my talents. So I discarded the prophylactic tassel and began preparing myself for my big debut. My next story will detail my break out experiences.