I have done something that I feel that one thing every red-blooded man must do at least once in his life. That's right, I've been to a strip bar. Not just one strip bar, but two. Those of you who have complained about my putting sexual material into my posts in the past, stop HERE, and wait for me to blog another day about something that is less ... saucy.
A couple of weeks ago, as of time of writing, I got together with my friends earlier that night, to go cruising bars and clubs for the thing that we young men come out at night for - girls (food doesn't really count)! It being a cold, nasty night, there was nothing good there, although we did hit it off with some nice girls at Mansions. I talked to this pair at the bar, and then went with my friends to take a seat at a table near a group of other people. It turns out that the group was with the girls my friend and I talked to at the bar! What a weird coincidence ^_^
Anyways, we sit there, drinking a couple of jugs of beer between the three of us, chatting about stuff ranging from fat chicks to how to pick up girls to Muay Thai. This girl wants to shift pass myself and my friend Ben, who makes her do something like shake his hand or something to get past. Later on, that group decide they wanna bounce and go somewhere else, and when the girl goes to move, Ben tries to get her to thumb-wrestle him first. To that, her (we later found out) boyfriend just sort of looks at and then away from Ben, going "Mo~ve!"
We laugh about that later on.
The rest of the night is pretty dead, so as a last resort, we decide to hit a strip bar. We go to Club 108, where one of the guys at the door tries to rip us off five bucks, but the bouncer was nice enough to let us in for free. Inside, it looked different to what I had imagined a strip bar to be. There was a "paying customers" lounge where guys who had bought tickets from girls got a lap-dance on the small stage. The girls would wander amongst the (sleazy) clientele, offering lap dances to them, and seeing who would bite. After being there maybe ten, fifteen minutes, it got boring, so we headed out and across the street to the Crazy Horse Revue - perhaps the most famous strip bar in Adelaide.
This place seemed a lot more upmarket than Club 108 - the bouncer let us get in with a discount, and the place was more like the traditional strip bar you see in movies. There was a runway/catwalk thingy like in fashion shows, complete with poles and a bathroom piece at the end with sprinklers, and the strippers would dance and perform along there. Of course, the ones not on stage duty would wander amongst the customers, offering table or lap dances ($30 a table-dance, $60 a private lap dance, for those who are curious). We stayed and watched a few shows, interspersed with watching different girls performing at the pole behind us.
The last two girls that we saw before we left stayed in my head. The first one did her act to ... get this - sci-fi tunes! I'm serious ... she was stripping to the Star Wars theme, Star Trek theme, the Jetsons theme, and the parody Star Trekkers song (you know the one ... "Star trekkers across the universe/Can't go forward, cos they're stuck in reverse"). She stayed in my head purely because of the novelty of stripping to sci-fi anthems like that. If only she did the Babylon 5 or the Stargate themes as well, then it would have been complete ^_^
The second girl that stayed in my mind was the last girl we saw, who was supposedly labelled "Miss Nude Australia." She had this steaming hot act where after she took off all her clothes, proceeded to get a shower from all these sprinklers at the bathroom attachment at the end. She then soaped her hot, nude body off, before walking near the audience and pushing some old dude's face between her legs, pushing a chick's face into her bust, before trying to remove her bra and top. The old dude got a second taste too, the sleazy bastard. In fact, he got favours from a couple of the other girls too -_-
All in all, a lot of fun and a nice night out,despite the fact that there weren't many girls out.
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No no no no don't qualify this act by associating it with masculinity. Going to such a place is a reflection of your values, that is apathy to promiscuity, sleaziness and poor attitudes to women and sex. You are still no closer to finding a real relationship which won't quit on you 5 years after marriage.
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I don't consider licentiousness as contributing anything to the masculine image. Sexual avarice is not the only way to "prove" you are a virile young man.
What you've stated about the "moral teachings" of a strip club is essentially a paradox. I don't see how you can appreciate lewdness and somehow simultaneously feel bona fide sympathy. I'm sure your average pervert on a Friday night goes there to fight for women's rights...
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