In my line of work I see more breasticles than a teenage boy's wet dream.
This has the unfortunate effect that breasts alone no longer do it for me.

It's not all it's cracked up to be, I think part of me has died. I often think back to the 14 year old version of me and how he would high five me as I sit back stage, sipping free booze, watching naked girlies run around and get paid for it.
It truely is an empty life I lead.
( Laird Dave Draws Now charges to take off his clothes., Mon 10 May 2010, 15:32, 4 replies)

I have a bunch of friends in your line of work
And as I'm only peripherally involved, my fascination with girlies' body parts has yet to dissipate.

*high-fives 14 year-old self*
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Mon 10 May 2010, 15:51, closed)

Bartender
at a strip joint?
(Psymon_Spark Jesus Saves! The rest of you take 4d6 damage, Mon 10 May 2010, 16:17, closed)

I'm a boylesque performer.
Or in English, a cabaret Stripper.
( Laird Dave Draws Now charges to take off his clothes., Mon 10 May 2010, 16:37, closed)

you should move on to fannies
(lib319, Mon 10 May 2010, 16:17, closed)