I might be a bit slow at times. This adventure actually took place a year ago, but even though not finding a proper moment to publish it, I have always had the story for Rick, a former Chippendales performer, on my mind.
I remember we had a poster of Chippendales at our closet door. I was somewhere of up to six years of age. It was long before I had any clue of sexuality and I don’t think I was really aware of what sex was and what were the additional functions of the leaky part of my body that I had tangling down there, but I know for some reason I really enjoyed watching that poster with barely dressed muscled guys.
..oh, now that I think of it, that poster must be what flipped my sexual orientation for the queer team! :D
About a decade later Chippendales visited Estonia, but I was stuck too deep in the closet to be publicly seen admiring a show of unreachable undressed studs.
Imagine my surprise when Rick briefly mentioned that he had visited Estonia before as a performer of THE Chippendales! I can not remember, whether I fainted as a true groupie when being touched by deity of one’s fantasies, but I know I was certainly very excited and I was not far from asking him to sign my boobs :)
Coincidentally, on some days of this Summer, while getting a beauty sleep after my own performances on stage, I occasionally see Emerald Princess from my cabin window and for couple minutes I reminisce about all the fun I had there.