Not Again

So, I was down at Metropolitan in Brooklyn last night hanging out with my friend Cameron at his Sunday night party, "Easy," and he made me enter the amateur strip contest. . .again! I think it's the third or fourth time now. It supposedly encourages others to enter. I lost, again, for the third or fourth time. This time, I lost to a 21 year old dyke from Connecticut (it was her birthday). I have to say, though, that I was really happy I was wearing my favorite underwear (black and white skull-print Marc Jacobs briefs). I'm such a fag. She didn't even get naked. I saw no ass, or titties. And she was fat. I'm not bitter, I swear. I've actually never won any sort of contest that had something to do with me taking my clothes off. I always seem to get asked to do it over and over again though, which makes me think that there are two types of porn stars in the world: those that do it because they're so fucking hot that it's basically their call in life, and those that do it because they're willing to degrade and exploit themselves when no one else will.