Risk in Strip Clubs and in Life
farmerart
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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i agree with what you are saying about every day risks. So here are some of mine. Bareback sex with strippers,walking through a rattle snake infested field in GA bare foot & shorts, driveing home after getn trashed at a party. Heck just geting out of bed in the morning is a risk. Club on Art!!!!
I do respect your list.
For me, strip clubbing represents a stimulating risk. I enjoy the lovely women, but going to strip clubs does entail the risks you mention. The amount of risk, to me, is manageable, and the small dangers add to the experience. The health risk is the most serious one for me, but after some drinking I find I don't care about the risk. Hence, BBBJ and BBFS. I've had no consequences so far, but if I were as smart as I think I am, I would always be covered for FS.
If on the other hand, I'd say something like, "Fuck! I didn't even really want to do that. I did it on a dare, to show off, to not look like a wuss, or from other lame reason, and now look at me," then I'd be majorly pissed. And I'd be doubly angry with myself because I knew the risk, didn't pay attention to my own good sense, did something for somebody else's sake, and wound up paying the price.
The distinction between those two imagined reactions is what allows me to choose whether to engage in a given risky behavior. I had to develop this strategy years ago when I drove my first convertible car. People came out of the woodwork to tell me how dangerous they were. By their logic, I should drive a Lincoln Continental fortified like a tank. I quickly saw where this kind of logic would go with nearly every decision in life. I had to devise a means to make these kinds of decisions, or I'd tie myself in knots and never do or enjoy anything.
So yes, sex has its risks, even in normal dating circles, let alone the SC world. As I do with my convertible, I take reasonable precautions (e.g., wear a seatbelt), and then enjoy myself. If I do buy the farm (apologies to farmerart), at least folks will say I went out doing what I loved.
Now when it comes to bare back, what are the risks? At 70, how much longer do I have to live anyway? I do practice safe sex. Mostly because I do not have a choice. Any female that is gonna fuck an old dude like me for money, will most likely fuck anybody. So they are not gonna take any chances and if they are the type that will take those chances, then chances are that they do not appeal to me.
"Happy" isn't quite the word I would use, though I'm certainly not *un*happy. I would give all this up in a nanosecond of my wife still liked and wanted sex as much as I do.
So you can talk all you want about the risk you are willing to take. But there is also ther risk you are exposing the performer to and the risk you are exposing your present and future spouse/lover to.
It isn't all just about you.
Thanks
This is great stuff.
You mentioned the risk to our dignity as perhaps the most serious. I agree, but I'd also appreciate your expanding on that. Is it a sort of corrosive effect on our sense of self?
And innoo123 - The dancer knows what is happening and has entered the situation as an adult participant. Unless I am engaging in this activity, while knowing that I have an contagious disease, the dancer can not be absolved of responsibility for the risk she takes.
But if the loss is not recoverable, things change. Walk enough times through a neighborhood where the chance of getting killed is 10%, and it doesn't matter how much money you carry, you'll end up dead.
I'd better go gargle or something.