I Was A Science Professor Who Worked At NASA. I Feared My Secret Second Life Would Unravel It All.

Every Saturday night, I slipped into a sequined bra and booty shorts to hang suspended from a trapeze above the dance floor of a packed-out, 20,000 square ft., iconic nightclub on Hollywood Blvd. in Los Angeles.

Then, every Monday, I went to work and hid my thrilling side hustle from the college students I taught. I wanted them to get excited about science without transferring their passions onto me. 

I hated breaking myself in two. I craved sensuality and intellect, playfulness and thoughtfulness...