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I was The money had been enough to cover my July rent, but August was starting to look dicey. I applied for jobs every single day, but the callbacks were rare and fruitless. The world-famous Nob Hill Adult Theatre has been a male strip club and porn arcade for almost 40 years! Ideal candidate will be friendly and outgoing with people.

Must be comfortable with gay porn, nudity and a sexual atmosphere. Cash handling and light janitorial. I laughed incredulously, as one does when the notion of professional jizzmopping is introduced for the first time. Clearly things were not yet THAT dire for me, right? Wrapping myself in the relative comfort and protection of my white lower-middle-class upbringing, I continued browsing.

But as days slipped by with nothing to show for them except all-consuming anxiety and an alarming MRSA near my mouth from spending too much time in the 24 Hour Fitness showers, I saw the listing posted again. And then again. This third time was the charm, as my illusory notions of being better-than finally dropped away and I fired off an email expressing my interest.

Within days, I was summoned to the Nob as I came to call it for an interview with the manager. Immediately, I was engulfed on all sides by shelves of gay porn DVDs, lube, anal douche, dildos, and butt plugs. Putting on blinders, I lumbered confidently to a long high desk under several imposing framed posters of gay porn stars, informing a sad-faced man in a blue Nob Hill Adult Theatre uniform that I was there to meet the manager.

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An unexpectedly wholesome-looking straight yuppie suddenly bounded over and introduced himself as the manager. This fucking city. After some pleasantries, we began going over my resume and relevant experience, such as it was. But then, his moment-of-truth haymaker.

Dropping his smile and cocking an eyebrow, he looked me straight in the eye and asked:. Are you okay with that? Having fully anticipated this facet of the role, I responded without hesitating. The manager recoiled and furrowed his brow. Had I erred? Was he looking for a different reaction?

Did I seem too eager? Despite my overwhelming mental focus on the jizzmopping, it wound up being only one sliver of the unsavory pie of Nob jobs I had to perform.