Confessions of a Go-Go Boy, Written in the Key of Angst

Homo-Neurotic has the full series. Though we glanced sideways at Dear Diary sentences like, “What a price for one’s innocence,” we liked the series. After all, the author is a former Manhattan stripper and therefore probably hot. (That picture is not of him. We hope.)

Here’s “MLG” remembering his first outing on a platform:

I was waiting in the locker room, nervous as hell. I had shaved my body, not eaten all day, doused myself in cheap spray tan, and was surrounded by guys who (I thought) looked way better than me. … I had a sudden urge to flee when I looked down and realized I was donning only the baby blue undies I bought just for the occasion. The adrenaline pushed me, however, up onto the bar. It took only seconds for the patrons to gather, and I felt better as they started rubbing my body all over. Whatever dignity I had, I tucked away into my undies, bill by bill. Feeling lusted for and in control validated my actions…

The funny thing is, I was out of college and had a professional, well-paying salaried job. So I didn’t really need the money—at first. Working during the weekend started pushing my partying into the weekdays… Dancing was addictive. And it was so easy—all you had to do was act like you were into someone, no matter how nasty they were. Just dance on the bar and have fun, keeping an eye out for new (or returning) prey. Then bring them into your sexual world, and work it while they put their arms around you, stroke your legs, firmly grope your… Soon enough, they’re slipping bills into your undies—and finally you can drop them like a used rag. Just like that.

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1 thought on “Confessions of a Go-Go Boy, Written in the Key of Angst”

  1. I know those posts are supposed to make us wary of becoming a go-go dancer or something, but I’m oddly inclined to put on a pair of baby blue undies and go dance at some Brooklyn hipster bar where they embrace guys who aren’t adonises (but probably have no money to pay them).

    Plus, I lost my innocence long ago. Seriously.

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