I got into the game late. I must admit, embarrassingly so, that growing up in SE Michigan I never knew about Tijuana of the North. I never knew that strippers actually provided "extras". I thought strippers providing those type of services were just stories that drunk dudes made up like fisherman telling stories after fishing trips.
It wasn't until I moved away from my home state back in 2010, then returned for a visit that I learned my way around the clubs. And it wasn't until 2012 when I moved to California that I learned how the strip clubs, the escort game, and the massage parlors all worked and the positives and negatives of the various options. I even made my one trip across the southern border to experience the real Tijuana.
Well, now I'm home. Not quite Detroit...but close enough. And the question is...should I return to the clubs? I'm older and wiser. I now know the "game". I'm single, no family obligations, and comfortable financially. Clubbing could be a hobby like any other. They provide a service I need...a service that is difficult to find for men. I provide them with income. It's an arrangement thousands of years old. As long as they are free to make their own decisions (no trafficking, no pimps, over 18, etc...) and I am honest with myself that I'm just a customer...nothing more....then it's a simple transaction. It's not that much different than dating. I pay for a series of meals and nights out...eventually the woman provides sex. She is usually receiving multiple meals and nights out from multiple men and providing multiple men with sex. The only difference is...she usually gives me her real name...and it's less likely she's a drug addict who was sexually abused at one point in her life (although...not a guarantee by any means).
On the flip side...there are a few "reservations" that have at this stage of my life:
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As we get older...a part of us does want 'more'. Maybe something 'real'. You know that feeling when you hand her $200...after the deed is done...and you're satisfied...but you're also kinda sad. Some of that is, sad that you're out $200. But, at least a little bit of that sadness is, you're sad that it wasn't real. It was a dream and now you just woke up...sans $200.
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As we get older...we sometimes seek a more spiritual foundation....a closer relationship with God (or whomever you choose to worship). I've yet to find a God that doesn't at least 'frown upon' that paying of money to watch nude women dance. It's a shame really...to make such beauty and then scold us for wanting to stare at it...but I digress. My point is....there's a part of me that wants to give it up and just go to church instead. It won't help my erection...at ALL...but maybe there's something deeper out there that I'm missing out on.
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Back when I was clubbing...frequenting an occasional escort...visiting a massage parlor or two...I was upper 30s, low 40s. I was 210-225. I'd rate myself a 2.5 out of 10...but I rate pretty harshly. Most folks would probably say I was a decent 5-6. I was above average weight...but I ran regularly and was "okay". NOW, I'm mid to upper 40s...245-265...and I know this sounds kinda self deprecating but: paying a woman to do "stuff" with me now just seems cruel. Before, it seemed okay because, I wasn't 'that bad' to look at. But NOW...it seems like I'm violating some type of Geneva convention. And even if I'm not...it ruins the illusion. When you're a good looking fella, or even averaging looking fella...you can at least lie to yourself and tell yourself that the stripper might actually like it. Of course, she doesn't. She generally finds you repulsive in every way and if it wasn't for needing rent and a hit of smack...she'd probably kick you in the head with her high heels...but you can at least "live the illusion" a little. If you look Louie Anderson (RIP)...it's really hard to even convince yourself of the illusion.
So, those are my thoughts. A bit neurotic at this point. I've put together a list of the place I might want to hit. I'd like to tour every club in the Detroit, Ann Arbor, Jackson, Lansing area and write a review. I think the Landing Strip is the only one I've actually been to. Actually, a couple in Sarnia and a Deja Vu near Lansing back in the day. Most of my reviews have been in Cali. And who knows what Covid has done to the scene.

