Lesbian customers in clubs
nj_pete
New Jersey
Sunday, August 13, 2006 9:46 AM
Anyone ever seen an obvious lesbian/dyke customer in a club? I know supposedly a lot of the dancers are bi or lesbians, or at least act the part for the "fantasy". But on a visit last month in Buffalo I saw a very "dyke" woman, probably in her 30's or early 40's, what you would expcet in a sterotypical female gym teacher, come into the club by herself, order a drink and sit at the edge of the stage (tip rail) for a while eyeing all the girls, she tipped the dancers a couple of times and the dances just took the tip w/o the normal stevie or quick kiss that a male customer would have received.
I think the dancers felt uncomfortable about it. Have never seen this before in several hundread club visits all around the country.
Anyone else ever seen this?
I think the dancers felt uncomfortable about it. Have never seen this before in several hundread club visits all around the country.
Anyone else ever seen this?
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BG.. If women customers in an SC bugs you, just put a mental mustache on 'em all and pretend they're guys. Frankly I don't pay much attention to ANY of the other customers when I'm in there. I'm focused on the dancers, maybe the waitresses, and the rest are all just featureless blobs.
what parody said.
Book Guy - there isn't a magazine rack big enough to hold all of your "issues".
And you seem to have plenty.
Let me reply to your last post.
You wrote, "Regular relationship? Hell no! Real woman? Forgit it!"
-- I stand by my original statement that you are incapable of handling one.
"That's why I'm in a strip club. :) Because it can cater to my otherwise unreasonable whims."
-- Why can't others have the same goal? Are you special?
"My point wasn't that other people shouldn't have their desires (though you did read that into my post, it's not there)."
-- It's in the tone of your post.
"My point was that I DO have my own desires. I guess you and your wife are allowed yours but I'm not allowed mine?"
-- That was MY point. You take this tone like everyone else is interfering with your good time. Well what the fuck? Our money is as good as yours. Why should we be treated as secondary to you?
"Get off yer high horse. It's a damn strip club. I'm allowed to fantasize. Geez ..."
-- I was talking about you having a relationship in real life. Fantasy is fine but you, for as smart as you are, don't possess the maturity or skills to maintain the real thing.
That's why I'm in a strip club. :) Because it can cater to my otherwise unreasonable whims. My point wasn't that other people shouldn't have their desires (though you did read that into my post, it's not there). My point was that I DO have my own desires. I guess you and your wife are allowed yours but I'm not allowed mine?
Get off yer high horse. It's a damn strip club. I'm allowed to fantasize. Geez ...
When you go to a strip club, by entering a business open to the public, you assume that there will be other patrons there. Yet (not just Book Guy either) you act supprised when other customers get any attention.
I don't see a problem with female customers. They have just as much reason to be there as you or I.
Also for Book Guy's information... I sometimes bring my wife with me to the strip club because she enjoys it as much as I do. And yes she is hot! And unfortunately for you she would not tolerate someone with your opinions about women. She is a real person, not a Barbie doll. This means she has wants, desires, interests and faults that are all her own. She would tear your narrow minded ass up! You aren't ready to have a real adult relationship with an actual woman. A blow up doll seems more your speed.
Also, the clubs I attend don't do the "drag-the-girl-customer-on-stage-for-a-free-show" thing. Thank God. The last think I wanna do is put on a free show for everyone. It's bad enough that it happens when I get a LD out in the open. Thank God for private VIP rooms.
The only time it might bother me is when female customers try tipping dancers at the wrong time at the expense of male customers who very much want to interact with the dancer but don't get a chance. I remember a couple of times like that many years ago.
Other than that, I've actually had one of the female customers in a club sneak up behind me and flirt a bit. That was very unusual though. I think she was drunk and alone.
Here's why. Either the female customers are hot, and that makes me feel inferior. I can't pick them up. The REASON I go to a strip club is to meet women whom I can fantasize about "having interactions" (sex? relationship? whatever I want to believe at the time) with. I am no good with strangers who are available. Then, suddenly, there ARE those desirable strangers "available" strangers in my face. And they're all the MORE desirable because (as I foolishly believe) they are "more normal" than the "fucked up" people that strippers are, but even though they're more desirable they're UTTERLY unattainable (to me). They are in my testosterone soup adding the wrong kind of estrogen.
Either that, or they are NOT hot. Generally, that's the girlfriends. Bubba brings his swamp-monster-from-hell girlfriend, named Lackawanna, in to the strip club so she can "see for herself" that nothing "wrong" goes on in there. By halfway through the evening, Lackawanna is all pissed off that her boyfriend actually has his EYEBALLS pointed at other human females, so much so that she decides she should "prove" that she can "shake it just as good" as any other human female. There Lackawanna is, wasted on stage, waggling her fat belly at the whole audience; then sits back down, there she is grinding on her boyfriend in his chair, usurping his attention on purpose, ruining his evening as he desperately tries to get a boner for her to "prove" he really "loves" her and not Jasmine Sapphire his ATF. Lackawanna, of course, fails to understand that her enormous belly is the REASON that she is not as desirable, neither to us nor to Bubba, as a stripper is. She thinks BARE SKIN is all it takes, whether on her bloated fat whale blubber or on the smooth muscles of Cheyenne Montana Nevada, so Lackawanna BARES IT in desperation to BE SEXY. Why the hell would I want to look at Lackawanna in all her unmitigated pride?
Or, finally, the women are neither (a) hot civilian customers with a group nor (b) un-hot civiilians; neither (a) unattached from other guys nor (b) attached to another guy. Rather, they are lesbians. Well, isn't that every guy's fantasy, to see hot women getting hot with other hot women? No. Not mine. Yeah, I'd love to be in the middle of a "lesbian bi-sexual sandwich" in which both girls were going at ME and servicing ME. But what I see, when there's a woman interested in other women, is ABSOLUTELY NO INTEREST IN ME. This of course isn't a surprise, I'm not saying homosexual women should find a human male attractive. But I don't want to be reminded of the fact that I'm extraneous. I want a strip club to make me feel wanted, sexy, desirable, the FOCUS of any given hot woman's attention. Lesbian couples just remind me that they don't want me.
So the whole thing reduces my own perception of my "desirability" quotient. I hate it. I go to strip clubs to feel wanted.
IMO, most gays, either male or female, don't look like the stereotypical gay anyway, so there's no way to tell. At least no way that I'm interested in trying.
I was once at Dancers in Indy when a group of lesbians, of the butch variety, were in the club celebrating the birthday of one of them. The dancers seemed to take it in good humor, and treated them like any group of male customers.
Most women I see in strip are young, college-aged girls who are drunk, and seem to be there as a jaunt, so they can tell their friends over the next couple of days about the "really wild" thing they did. I once had a girl about that age, straight, tell me she liked to watch strippers because she enjoyed seeing women in positions of power over me. I would say that was one girl who had a very accurate perception of things.
I live near the Missouri/Illinois line, and Illinois has closing four hours later on the weekend than Missouri. When women come into Illinois clubs on Friday/Saturday after 2:00 pm Missouri closing, either alone, in groups, or with guys, I assume they are just in search of late beer, and make no assumptions about their sexuality.
The strippers really seem to love us femmy dykes, though.