Why do I do this?
RickyBoyDugan
In a rare moment of introspection I started to ponder why I am a SC Hound/Junkie. What fills me with the almost irresistible urge to hang out in strip joints by myself, drinking and soaking up the ladies? Why do I feel the need to take a girl out, even when I have a willing wife at home? And why am I so damn comfortable in the SC setting when “normal†people seem to feel ill at ease in it?
In truth I may never know. Maybe there is some bent switch in my head that makes me this way. All I know is that, when the money is in my pocket, I have a powerful desire to visit the club and to work my game. Just thinking about it makes me feel an almost manic urge to go there right now.
What is worse in my situation is that I have every reason to NOT do this. I have an attractive wife and two beautiful little girls, own my own business and otherwise have every reason to be happy with what I have. But yet I go, and go, and go.
The oddest thing is that, when I score at a club or successfully arrange takeout, it is almost anti-climactic J It is almost as if the chase is better than the catch. Hell, until I have had my fill I do not want to leave the club, even if I have a hot girl ready to jump out for OTC.
Perhaps I am a damaged person drawn to other damaged people? In my experience, most strippers themselves are a bit damaged and few that I have gotten to know have had a happy childhood. Is this why I'm drawn – because I get to interact with hot girls that are also damaged like me? What is clear to me is that I just can't live like a “normal personâ€, working 9-5, commuting with the cattle and living a normal, boring life. Perhaps this is also a symptom of a damaged personality?
I will likely never figure this out. All I do know is that I love every minute of it and I will likely do this until I keel over.
In truth I may never know. Maybe there is some bent switch in my head that makes me this way. All I know is that, when the money is in my pocket, I have a powerful desire to visit the club and to work my game. Just thinking about it makes me feel an almost manic urge to go there right now.
What is worse in my situation is that I have every reason to NOT do this. I have an attractive wife and two beautiful little girls, own my own business and otherwise have every reason to be happy with what I have. But yet I go, and go, and go.
The oddest thing is that, when I score at a club or successfully arrange takeout, it is almost anti-climactic J It is almost as if the chase is better than the catch. Hell, until I have had my fill I do not want to leave the club, even if I have a hot girl ready to jump out for OTC.
Perhaps I am a damaged person drawn to other damaged people? In my experience, most strippers themselves are a bit damaged and few that I have gotten to know have had a happy childhood. Is this why I'm drawn – because I get to interact with hot girls that are also damaged like me? What is clear to me is that I just can't live like a “normal personâ€, working 9-5, commuting with the cattle and living a normal, boring life. Perhaps this is also a symptom of a damaged personality?
I will likely never figure this out. All I do know is that I love every minute of it and I will likely do this until I keel over.
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"In truth I may never know."
[Don't worry RickyBoy we'll help you figure it out.]
"Maybe there is some bent switch in my head that makes me this way."
[Gee, yah, think?]
"All I know is that, when the money is in my pocket, I have a powerful desire to visit the club and to work my game"
[there is "game" involved in paying hookers for sex? Geez, that's a good one, RickyBoy]
"The oddest thing is that, when I score at a club or successfully arrange takeout, it is almost anti-climactic J It is almost as if the chase is better than the catch."
["score"? "chase"? It's almost like RickyBoy thinks paying a hooker for sex is equivalent to picking up a hot chick in a night club]
"Perhaps I am a damaged person drawn to other damaged people?" [Gee, yah think?]
"Is this why I’m drawn – because I get to interact with hot girls that are also damaged like me?"
[please tell us more about this damage you consider yourself to have RickyBoy. Or, if not, we'll just figure it out on our own from this and other stuff you post]
"Is this why I’m drawn – because I get to interact with hot girls that are also damaged like me? Perhaps this is also a symptom of a damaged personality?"
[Yes, this is one of your sociopathic traits related to your "personality damage". Getting bored easily at work if you are not "on the hunt". In your case though you realize your "hunting skills" are pretty limited, so only set your sites as high as paying a hooker for sex and then equate "success" there with "scoring"]
"I will likely never figure this out."
[Don't worry, RickyBoy, if you can't figure it out on your own we are here to help. You may not like the conclusions, but if it's the truth you are after...]
There is only demand because the supply is there, naked dancing girls are there to create demand.
"commuting with the cattle"
Revealing choice of words, RickyBoy. A bit egotistical aren't you? Maybe a clue indicating the specific type of personality damage you have?
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I feel like the strip club is one of the few places where we can feed or only real, hard-wired desires in life. I think we're all hard-wired for just a few things: A want for food, clothing and comfortable shelter (to survive), a want to have sex/be sexual (theoretically for reproduction, but we've been able to limit that part) and a want to sleep (so we're at our strongest when needed to fight off others for the necessities and the chance to have sex). That's all we really want.
The club gets rid of the pretenses. Here's something I really want for something you really want. Perhaps the only thing I really want since I can get all the necessities myself, but I myself don't have awesome boobs, ergo, I need someone else to provide them for me. So, I'll give you cash so you can provide yourself and yours with the necessities in exchange for you giving me the one thing I can't give myself. Seems so simple and sensible that I almost don't get why folks who think it out would have any problem with it whatsoever. (Darn moralists, monogamists, etc., not getting it.)
For those who get it, and are OK with that, I feel like they've reached another, higher plane of existence. A better oneness with themselves and their distilled-down needs such that they see how, on the whole, all this is about is making people, yourself included, happy.
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Meanwhile, Dan Savage outlines my views on monogamy quite well in this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8SOQEit…
However, he hints at but doesn't fully acknowledge is that, for most people, culture looks down on non-monogamy, including your wife, your kids, the folks you do business with, etc. So, for those of us with a stronger-than-average non-monogamy bent, for whatever reason good or bad, we have to hide it.
Could I go to a bar, try and pick up a random chick that might be better looking than anyone I can get at a club and probably spend a lot less than I do at the club? Sure. But I'm more likely to get caught, shamed by everyone I know, have to deal with all the other trappings of a random chick other than the physical gratification I wanted, etc. And, honestly, I love my girlfriend, as you love your wife and kids. I want her to feel good about herself and not like she has a substandard man, even if I feel like the reasoning I would be seen as substandard by society is ultimately dumb, given what Savage says in the video. It's not like I'm not taking care of my girlfriend. She's happy with me. It's just that, as I like to put it, you wouldn't expect me to eat the same food for every meal or wear the same style of clothing or have one and only one friend I hang out with, every day, for the rest of my life ... why I should I expect the same kind of sexual satisfaction from the same person all the time?
Part of the reason you pay what you do at the club is the same reason you pay what you do for an escort: Your natural needs get met, and none of what happens leaves the walls of the building. Do it right, and you can do it the rest of your life with no one knowing and no ill effects. It's a service, and it's a damn good one, given how messed up everyone else is.
So yeah, that's how I look at it: As long as it doesn't get to the point where it impedes you from taking care of yourself or your family, where you spend your rent or your kid's braces money on the club, or you're missing family events to go out ... I wouldn't feel bad about it.
(Link to the original: https://www.tuscl.net/postread.php?PID=1…)
Seen through the filter of your self-confessed "personality damage", however, so not really like it really is. :-)
In this article we see why he thought a system was even necessary. Because he considers paying a hooker for sex a "game", a "chase", and "scoring".
RickyBoy is such a faggot that he considers sex itself (what most would say is the only part) secondary to this, oh so intricate game. Talk about being a complete idiot.
Next to The System itself this article certainly gives the most insights into the inner workings of RickyBoy's "mind" (see how I put that in quotes)?
I would not put it in the context of having this urge to go hunting and bagging a stripper against another context of family life and all the rules around family and society.
Two context: primal urge against society/family. Two different context.
Each one can separately exists with no chance of intersecting.
Keep the two separate and you're basically golden.
Wow, you just painted a caricature of me, Rick. Not that I have a wife, though. But you definitely made a good caricature.
*except without the wife and kids, my own business or white piece suit -- I'm wor king on it, nit sure which type of White, wHite actually is (eggshell, cloud, pure).
But I sure as hell feel like I scored when I get to pay a girl to have sex (actually I'm still at the just paying to talk part of "The System" --only 10 more months and I'll be the luck guy who is paying for sex :)
Fuck that faggot RickBoy!