Well, sort of. Friday night at one local club, I walk in, and see three guys and their girlfriend at the stage, drinking and tipping the girls. The girlfriend is taking turns playing tonsil hockey with the three guys.
Or do I see what I think I see? After a closer look, it becomes obvious that the three guys are actually girls, with men's haircuts and men's clothes, apparently doing their absolute best to pass as men. Bear in mind that these women were what I, in my callow youth, would have called "full on bull dykes", though the sensitive guy into whom I've matured would never use such a description. Physiologically more similar to men than women, with stocky figures and wide shoulders. Not really much "disguise" needed in these cases, though the girlfriend was kinda cute, in that "pleasantly plump" kind of way.
So I go find one of the dancers I've gotten dances from before, buy her a drink and ask about it. She tells me they come in every few months, and play a game, seeing if they can fool any of the dancers. There's an unwritten rule amongst the ones who know that they don't tell the new girls.
We get done with the drink, and I go sit at the bar to just watch the festivities for a bit. Apparently, I was paying too much attention, because one of the "guys" walks up, and in a macho tone of voice says "What are you looking at?"
So, being the asshole that I am, I say "I don't know, you tell me...Sweetheart."
"He" just stood there for a minute, then broke into a grin and giggled. I think the guy sitting next to me sucked his entire drink into his lungs, he was choking so hard.
I've seen lots of lesbian behavior in clubs, between dancers, and between dancers and customers, but I don't think I've ever observed anything quite like this before.

