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First time for everything
Right off the bat, Dougie goes, “Listen, are you gay?” I told him I wasn’t but he
didn’t seem convinced: “The only reason I ask is because we have a lot of guys
that mess around with clients on the side, and I just want to know you’re being up-
front with me.” He goes, “A lot of guys claim they’re not gay but then a month later
they’re making out with the clients, the staff, the delivery man, everyone. I just want
to know where you stand. I don’t want the drama.” Then, he adds, “If you’re not
gay, I’ll make sure the other guys don’t get too handsy with you. But I don’t want to
go through the trouble of announcing it only to catch you fucking around the next
day.”
As it turned out, I was the only straight dancer there. They said there had been one
guy before me who allegedly was too, but then like three months later he decided
he was gay after all. My shift was on a Tuesday, so it was pretty dead. There was
one guy who showed me the ropes. He was slim, white, collegiate. I was pretty
bummed to find out I wouldn’t be working with him anymore because all the twinks
performed on “College Night.” He asked me, “Are you a dancer or a wiggler, hon-
ey?” “Oh, I’m a dancer,” I said, lying through my teeth.
The way it worked, he explained, is you dance for 15 to 30 minutes, then take a
15-minute break to give others a chance to make money. Because it was my first
time, they told me to keep it short.
So, I changed into my Gay Boy briefs and made my way to the stage. Like I said,
I was a little buffer than the other guys, and considerably hairier. Most of the guys
wore sandals or flip-flops. Some were barefoot. I was wearing a pair of Timberland
boots. Plus, these underwear, which were like blue and white sailor shorts.
Apparently, it was “Disco Night.” The clientele was on the older side, real West Vil-
lage types who weren’t afraid to get drunk or rowdy. The minute I heard the sound
coming out of the speakers, I was like “Alright... ” I grew up on music from the six-
ties and seventies, like all the shit my mom listened to. So I was really digging the
vibes.
Literally, the second I got onstage, someone stuffed a $50 bill into the waistband of
my briefs. A couple of days earlier, I had done this gag video with some of my fami-
ly members for my cousin’s birthday. It involved shaving the letter “O” into my chest
hair. The customers went wild for that. I had guys coming up to me all night.
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