Take it off!

I’m not sure how exactly to lead into this, so I’m just going to go for it. A bunch of friends and I went to a strip club recently. One of us had been wishing for it for a while, and then she and I saw Magic Mike together, which just made her want to go that much more. We gathered up a group of thirty-somethings (except for the initiating friend, which is probably relevant) and went downtown to a Saturday night male revue, paid the cover charge, and slipped inside the club, hurrying against the cold.

I’d never been to a strip club of any kind, so it was all new to me. The bouncer was curt but friendly enough, and explained to us how to find the men, which was upstairs. Up we went, and the show was just starting, which was lucky for us because we were an hour late. It was not unlike Magic Mike with a single stage and a pole in the middle, curtains on either side, and an MC running the show. Because it wasn’t a Hollywood production, everything was just a little less shiny and put together, a little more, well, sad.

The first part of the show was a twerking contest. Yep. Twerking. The men were mostly offstage, except one in a chair behind the pole, and the woman in the audience were invited to come up and twerk on him. I don’t even remember if there was a prize, other than the honor of being twerking champion of the night. I believe that the winner got a lap dance, but it’s hard to remember, because nearly everyone in the room got a lap dance at some point.

Eventually the men started dancing. Each time there was a new routine, several men would come on stage and set up a scenario: cowboys, gangsters, road crew workers, baseball players, things like that. Eventually the main dancer would be the only one left on stage, and he went through three or four songs at least. Throughout, he’d pull some eager victim on stage to grind all over her, lift her onto his face, push her over and dry hump her from behind, and a half dozen other obscene things. I’m not a prude – I’m really not – but I was a little taken aback by some of the things I saw. Again, I’ve never been to a strip club, and where we live, female strippers absolutely do not get touched – ever. I was surprised at just how much touching went on, all of the touching ever. “Touch all the women!” seemed to be the motto.

I have a few pictures, because photo taking was allowed, but I’m still figuring out my camera, so it was kind of a bust for decent shots. The girl who wanted to go had a great time, and got danced on by at least three of the strippers, including her favorite one, so I count the night a success.

Have you ever seen male strippers? Is what I experienced the norm? Am I just being a prude by being shocked at just how much very sexual touching went on? Or do I just need to go back again?

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