Risk in Strip Clubs and in Life
Friday, April 6, 2012 12:00 AM
A recent discussion topic about bareback sex with strippers got me thinking about risks in our lives, not just in our pursuit of this hobby but all the other risks we can face in our lives.
The Strip Club hobby is rife with risk. If one is married or in a relationship there can be dire risk to the marriage or relationship. Not every one of us is in georgmicrodong's happy situation. The reputational risk can be overwhelming since the hypocrisy of society frowns severely on the SC sub-culture that we enjoy so much. There is risk of disapproval from professional colleagues, employers, co-workers, and friends if we are found out. The emotions, even infatuations, that many of us form and cherish with the young dancers we meet in SCs puts the stability of our psyches at risk. If we choose to indulge in the intimate sexual encounters readily available in this culture we certainly run some disease risk to our health. And, not to be dismissed, is the risk to one's sense of dignity as we are manipulated by the women in SCs to whom we willingly fork over our dollars for the transitory thrills they grant begrudgingly to us. Personally, that last risk troubles me more than any other that I have listed. The risk to our financial health should not be overlooked either. This hobby has a way of getting into our wallets and bank accounts that can leave a guy gasping for pennies. 2AMers??
The risks we face in our daily lives do not need to be documented. Traffic accidents, catastrophic health crises, natural disasters, etc. Most everyone just goes through life paying no heed to these unforseeable events. It would be no life at all if we cocooned ourselves to avoid these risks. We make sensible decisions to mitigate these risks as best we can. If one of these risks jumps up and bites us in the ass we deal with it and then carry on with our lives.
In my life I have experienced my share of accidents and just plain stupid behaviour: a horrific plane crash, a fall from the monkeyboard, a terrifying encounter with an angry grizzly sow, a head-on in a semi, a rollover in an F-150, a life-long fatal fascination with high speed, uncontrolled dynamite explosion, attempted muggings, uncountable bar fights, and even my own foolish bareback sex moment with a stripper. Most of these did not faze me one iota. I never considered, even for a single second, changing my occupation to get away from the risks of being in the oil exploration industry. I am trying mightily to control my love for speed and my temper to keep me out of bar squabbles; but even at my advanced age I can often get the silly idea in my brain that I am still the 25 year old stud I used to be. I swear that I will never ever do bareback with a stripper again; but who am I kidding? If I did it once I will probably do it again.
The point of all this rambling is that we all have different risk tolerances. I tolerate the physical risks in my industry. I tolerate the risks involved in investing in super speculative stocks. I tolerate the risks of overeating and alcohol consumption. I tolerate the risks of being a hardcore SC hobbyist. I do not tolerate the risks of living in an earthquake zone; every visit to California terrifies me (sorry, lopaw). I do not tolerate the risks of smoking tobacco. I do not tolerate the risks of urban living, I love my place in the country. Apparently I do not tolerate the risks of a relationship with a woman. My life-long true love has been that sweet compliant lady, Mrs. Palmer.
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