I'm an ad exec...and a pro wrestler
Thu Mar 5 2009
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I have a live-in boyfriend...and another guy on the side
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I'm a manly man...but I love pedicures
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I'm an HR associate...and a circus clown
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I am a father, husband and government employee...and the vice president of a nudist club
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I'm a closeted banker by day...and a gay activist by night
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I'm an ad exec...and a pro wrestler
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I'm a devout Muslim...and a raging alcoholic
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I am a trader...and a gambling addict
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Whatever happened to...
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Why do we spill our secrets?
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How do people get like this?!?
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Sticky-note confessions: Secrets
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I'm a professional...and a swing-party hostess
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No photoshop required
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Video: Union Square Confessional
Secret lives of New Yorkers

I guess I’ve always been what you’d call a gym rat: I love to work out and I’ve been interested in health and fitness for as long as I can remember. I worked long hours at a prominent ad firm, so when I wasn’t in the office, you could be sure to find me on the treadmill. One day, while I was lifting weights, I was approached by a trainer who was a competitive bodybuilder. He told me that I had the “perfect body” for fitness and figure competitions, where women show off their muscle tone to the judges while wearing a bikini and high heels. I started fitness modeling around the country every few months, taking personal days off from work. I never told anybody at the office what I was up to. Sure, ad firms are laid-back and creative, but I worked on the business side and my clients wouldn’t be accepting.
I would get up at 4am every day to go to the gym and train before heading to my office. Through that, I became good friends with a pro wrestler for All Japan who encouraged me to pursue wrestling. Long story short, I started training at the World of Unpredictable Wrestling in Brooklyn, where I became the undefeated women’s champion and started competing on the circuit under the name Tina Marina. I used my mother’s first name even though she would die if she knew her daughter had become a pro wrestler. She raised me to be a lady and, well, ladies don’t roundhouse-kick other women while wearing spandex. But I love having this alter ego no one knows about. If I have a hard day, I can leave my life behind and pretend to be someone else for a few hours while doing something that I enjoy.
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I am a...
Manly man/pedicure fan | HR associate/circus clown | Government employee/nudist
Banker/gay activist | Ad exec/pro wrestler
Muslim/raging alcoholic | Trader/gambling addict

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Look around you. New Yorkers are just not who you think they are.
