So, true story, my brother used to listen to the song “I’m in love with a stripper” all the time. Like. All the time. And one time I asked him why he liked it so much, and he just shrugs his shoulders. Ok, the next week he brings over his new significant other. What did this person do for a living, you ask? Yeah. Stripper. A male stripper. My brother brought home his male stripper boyfriend, and it was glorious.
"Who hurt you so much that you started to hate yourself?"