Former Stripper Writes Memoir and Reveals his Matt Drudge Friendship—and Their Mutual Love of ‘The Young and the Restless’

Writer [Craig Seymour] isn’t the first to delve into his stripper past for a sexy memoir. In [All I Could Bare](http://www.simonsays.com/content/destination.cfm?tab=1&pid=524949), Seymour exposes the formerly lax laws of Washington, D.C.’s gay bar scene during the early ‘90s when Marion Barry was mayor, which allowed groping (and more). It’s a humorous and intriguing portrait of a time when our urban centers seemed to be more fun—and desperate.

But it’s in Chapter 11 that things get really juicy. Seymour tells the story of his time as the “black boy” on the stage for men with dollar bills to stuff in his socks, but also his times "hanging out with my friend Matthew, a cool-ass white boy who loved Afrika Bambaataa and Chaka Khan and had hip-hop lyrics written on his white Converse high-tops." And you'll never guess who Matthew turns out to be.

According to Seymour: "Matthew and I were primarily obsessed with two things: music and The The Young and the Restless. That’s all we talked about as we walked around D.C. late at night or drove out to the Maryland suburbs where his mother worked behind the counter at 7-Eleven.”

Seymour later tells us that this “Matthew” stole an “ornament” from The Young and the Restless set and they later moved to NYC with some other friends, where Seymour became a dancer on “Club MTV,” hosted by Downtown Julie Brown. “It wasn’t so much that I was a good dancer as that the casting people liked my look—hair dyed blond, black leather jacket, Doc Martens, and jeans. (Later I switched to a style that mostly consisted of Calvin Klein boxers worn over long johns, and one of the producers pulled me aside and asked if I wouldn’t mind returning to my original style.),” he writes in his breezy style.

After Seymour gets thrown out of his NYC apartment, he loses touch with Matthew until he receives a letter in the mail. It deserves to be excerpted in full from Seymour’s chapter:

“‘If this letter gets to you somewhere in this burning world,' he opened, 'I have a feeling you can still relate.’ For five densely marked pages, Matthew revisited all of our favorite topics of conversation, telling me how he was awaiting a new Frankie Knuckles remix of Chaka Khan’s ‘Ain’t Nobody,’ going through a love/hate relationship with Whitney Houston’s 'One Moment in Time,' and incensed over the direction of The Young and the Restless.

(‘That show suffered so much during the writers’ strike—will it ever rebound?’) Later, he stated: ‘Writing this letter to you makes me happy. Whatever happened to us? I miss talking to you, but somehow I know what you’re thinking or want to convince myself that I know.’

At the end of the letter, he wrote: '213 area code soon. Call me.’”

Seymour never heard anything further from Matthew, until, years later, when he was flipping through Vanity Fair and happened upon a photo of his long-forgotten friend. He’d transformed himself into Internet pundit [Matt Drudge].

Yep, you read that right. Now you know about Matt Drudge’s The Young and the Restless obsession as well as his Chaka Khan fixation. We’re wondering when he decides to firebomb Craig Seymour for revealing to the world all he could bare indeed.