The Good, Bad (Naughty), Ugly and Weird.

I’ve been going to strip clubs for over 30 years now. This article is a collection of thoughts on what still makes these places irresistible, some highlights (and lowlights) from past visits, unusual observations, and thoughts on what could make these experiences consistently better. The topics in the title will each be addressed, but not necessarily in the order listed. I also envision this as a series of articles since I have a vast collection of past experiences and am interested in hearing the divergent observations of fellow mongers on the topics I raise.

Naughty. I’ll start with my very first visit to a strip club. It happened at a place called Market Street Cinema (closed for years now) in San Francisco in 1992. I was a student at this time and stopped by on an afternoon after a class visit to the city. I went alone, keeping my perverse curiosity to myself. With just a couple exceptions, this is a pattern I sustain to this day. Market Street Cinema was an old movie theater that was converted to an adult (porn) theater before becoming a strip club. The main space had a rake and hundreds of theater seats. I took a seat on the aisle on the audience-left side of the auditorium. Girls would perform on stage and then circulate for tips. I was too far from the stage to appreciate the show and too nervous to get a better seat. One of the dancers was a petite, and attractive Asian girl in her 20’s. While the Asian girls on campus were a fascination at this point, I had limited exposure to Asian pussy. I watched how she engaged the other patrons as she circulated through the room and picked up on the fact that she received a tip from each before she move to the next. My first lesson. I tracked her location. I could think of nothing else. Her procession seemed eternal. Finally she arrived, coming from behind me. She placed her right foot on the chair back in front of me, moved her panties aside, and spread her pussy. As she gently stroked her clit, her pussy would pulsate. Even after she withdrew her fingers her pussy seemed to have a life of its own… throbbing… dancing. It was a thing of beauty. Though this show may have lasted just a minute, the moment sent my heart racing and I have been chasing this elusive sensation ever since.

Weird. In Portland, OR, dancers that are under 21 can work in clubs that serve alcohol, but they cannot walk the club alone. At a couple clubs I visited (Club Rouge and Casa Diablo) they had little pens for these girls. It was their very own enclosure. They could leave to perform or to provide private dances. Definitely odd. The benefit, if a patron has an interest in the under 21 girls, is they are easy to find.

Ugly. I go to strip clubs to appreciate the female figure in its most glorious state, but I’ve noticed a change in recent years. When I started patronizing these places it would be unheard of to find a heavy dancer. The term “stripper’s body” conjured a specific look: thin. Augmentation was limited to boobs and most dancers had natural tits that qualified as A- or B-cups. But things have changed in the last few years and more “big” girls are stripping. They also seem to have a following. Maybe because they have big, natural boobs and big butts. Maybe all the body-positive messaging is making an impact. But the fat girls just seem unhealthy to me. The leg cellulite and back fat squeezed between bra straps is troubling. Their weight punishing their feet in their little heels. Their movement on stage and across the club lacks a dancer’s grace. Club owners, please make it stop.

Good. I just wrote a review for a club where I watched the last game of this year’s NBA finals. The review includes an appreciation for my ability to get a table dance while watching the game. My favorite occurrence like this occurred in Tijuana, Mexico at Hong Kong. I arrived just in time to watch game 6 of the 2018 NBA Western Conference Finals before pursuing other adventures in this massive club. I headed to the uppermost floor where I could watch the game without being distracted (Hong Kong is filled with delicious distractions). Still, I was being approached by numerous girls. At one point a girl who asked struck my fancy. She hopped on my lap and started gyrating. I watched the game while my hands roamed over her tight, little body. The dance ended and she bounced away. To top it off, Curry and my Warriors beat Harden and the Rockets. It was the beginning of a very good night.