Strip clubs have always been my second home—the backstage energy, the camaraderie with other male dancers, the laughs, the stories, the unique bond you only find in this wild world. It’s something most men never get to experience. As I approach my 46th birthday, I’m reminded of a promise I made to myself years ago: if the clubs keep calling, I’ll keep saying yes. And I plan to keep that promise until I’m 100 years old, even if my balls are dragging across the stage by then. Some things are worth the commitment.