A couple of years ago I had a performance scheduled at the “Take Me Home Retirement Center”. I had been approached to perform about six weeks after I broke my hip. Initially I was reluctant because I was still required to use a walker. However, my reluctance melted when I found that the performance was … More My Life as a Male Stripper (6)
A woman at work recently complained that her boyfriend goes commando under his basketball shorts. She said his manhood flops around like an eel out of water. She said it kind of embarrasses her and he doesn’t know how it looks. I stopped her there and told her: “Of course he knows how it looks, … More Commando
The 4th of July is here and it has caused me to reminisce about some of my earlier holiday performances. This holiday has always been a busy one for “The Longest Day” (my nom de plume). One holiday about a decade ago, I designed and wore one of my most creative costumes. I decided to … More My Life as a Male Stripper (5)
There used to be a woman I knew at my retail gig who was a “fragrance lady”. You know who I’m talking about – you walk into a department store and suddenly you have a card smelling like perfume in your hand. I saw this woman frequently and we would joke around with each other. … More Horizontal Mambo
My most embarrassing stripper performance occurred when I was on tour to Longview, TX. I was dancing at the renowned gay club – the Rainbow Romper Room. I had arrived a day earlier because I was going to use a pole as part of my performance for the first time. I was really excited about … More My Life as a Male Stripper (4)
After my first ambulance ride and my arrival at the hospital, I found there was more to settling in than simply getting a bed and starting the pain medications. The paramedics pushed me into the entrance hall and told me someone would be with me shortly. In the excitement of my accident I realized I … More Hospital Strippin’
The night of my stripping debut finally came (actually it was 1:30 in the afternoon (you have to work your way up to a spot on the night shift). The electricity in the air was palpable which was a rare afternoon occurrence the Dallas Greyhound Bus Cocktail Lounge. I was feeling a combination of adrenaline, … More My Life as a Male Stripper (3)
The first step in my reinvention needed to be my “nom de plume”. Using my last name of Day, after a lot of thoughts and a couple of focus groups with friends and fellow professionals, I decided to use the stage name of “The Longest Day”. Of course the name was not about to stand … More My Life As a Male Stripper (2)
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 … More My Life as A Male Stripper (1)
