When I first stepped into the world of male stripping, I wasn’t anyone’s fantasy. I was just another guy trying to learn the hustle, reading the room one glance at a time. But the clubs have a way of shaping you. They sharpen your instincts, sand down your hesitations, and force you to figure out exactly who you are—or at least who you need to be to survive the night.

What started as a side gig turned into a crash course in human psychology. I learned how desire works, how money moves, and how people reveal the truth about themselves when the lights go low and the music hits just right. Every city had its own style, every crowd its own rhythm. Dallas was bold. Chicago was cold. New Orleans was hot in ways that had nothing to do with weather. And in every club, behind every backstage door, there were stories—raw, wild, and surprisingly human.

This isn’t a fairy-tale version of the business. It’s the real thing: the grind, the danger, the rush, the loneliness, the thrill of getting on stage and becoming exactly what someone needs you to be. It’s a memoir about the choices you make when you’re chasing a life you’re not sure you want, and the moments that show you who you really are.

If you’ve ever wondered what actually goes on behind the velvet ropes—and what it takes to work the room, the stage, and the psychology of desire—this book pulls back the curtain. It’s about survival, identity, seduction, and the strange, electric world where fantasy and reality overlap.

For fans of true, gritty memoirs with heart, humor, and hard truths, this is a ride into a world most people only see from the outside. I lived it from the inside out.