Stripper as therapist
FONDL
Another discussion here got me to thinking about something. I know most people here go to strip clubs looking for a part-time playmate, and I always thought I did too. But when I look back on it, some of my most enjoyable times were spent just sitting and talking to an intelligent and sympathetic attractive young listener. My ATF and I used to sit and talk for hours. She always called me her therapist and I called her the same thing. We were both dealing with some depression at the time and I think we both helped each other enormously. I wonder how common that really is. Seems to me you see a lot of lonely older men in clubs, especially during off hours, just sitting and talking to their favorite dancer. It would probably be cheaper to see a real therapist, but then she'd probably insist on keeping her clothes on.
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Nahhh... I prefer Stripper as The Rapist... I don't mind strippers sexually assaulting me in the least!
This is funny, as soon as I posted this topic my ATF called me and we talked about this exact thing. She's had a lot of therapy, BTW, and finds that talking to me is more helpful. Maybe that's all that a lot of people need, a sympathetic and uncritical ear.
hl
For the longest time, she wouldn't admit to me that she was in a relationship, for fear of losing me as a customer. But now that it is out in the open, we have deepened our friendship. I guess she trusts me more since I have told her I have no desire to see her OTC. We spend a lot of time discussing her relationship with her long-time S/O (good and bad) -- So maybe it's therapy for her (at my expense!)
I think that's why some guys go to strip clubs and have favorites, not just for the fun physical stuff but for the intimate conversations that they can't have anywhere else. In that sense it's a lot like therapy. I think that's why I used to go clubbing a lot but no longer do, because my ATF now fulfills that need. Anyone else enjoy that aspect of clubbing?
Chandler, I gather that you've never had to deal with depression. And I hope you never do. But oddly enough, I'm glad it happened to me, because it forced me to face truths and make changes that I otherwise never would have done.
The thing that makes it so hard to deal with is that depression can be oddly comforting. There's a part of you that wants to hang on to it, that doesn't want to get better. I once wrote a poem that began, "My old friend Mr. D arrived again today, just like I knew he would." If you've never been there I don't think you can quite understand that aspect of it.
I'm writing this stuff because I think that Book Guy is going through something similar to what I did 10 years ago. And I hope hearing me talk about my experience will help him a little. Or anyone else here for that matter - I think strip clubs attract a lot of lonely and depressed older men. Just like they attracted me.
FONDL, it amazes me how similar our relationships seem to be.. There are things about my self now that I know are a direct effect of having met my ATF..
Then there was the first time that I met my true ATF. Shekitout can attest to this. She sat down and immediately placed my hand on her bare knee and at the same time shoved those lucious tits into my arm. Then she fired off question after question. I'll bet 30 questions in 30 minutes. "what is you name, where are you from. why are you here, are you married, do you watch porn, do you masturbate, what kind of music do you like, what is your favorite food." She knew more about me in 30 minutes than my ex wife did in 27 years. Then we went to the back room. When she slipped out of that black cocktail dress, I knew that I had died and gone to heaven. Truely a "10" in any mans book. She rocked my world for an hour except to ask "Are you OK, Moneywise?" She continued to rock my world for the next 2 years, Through my divorce etc. Was she theraputic? Absoutely. I was saddened when whe finally quit the business. But I always knew that she would. Since then, there have been scores of dancers that have been theraputic to me. They know where I am at. They know that I do not want a relationship with a women my own age (65) and that I just want to have fun untill I am too old to enjoy it. Yes, they are therapists...
I don't really mind that I don't know. In the long run I'm there for the fantasy that A IS B, and therefore if I mistake A for B, then I'm just as happy as if I had gotten a real B in the first place, right?
I don't think I ever paid my ATF for just spending time with me. But I did buy about a thousand LDs from her (at $10 apiece for you math majors) and I usually paid for one more than I received as a tip, plus tips on stage, so she made out OK. She never charged extra for the therapy, nor did I.
I do know that I know it's a fantasy, and that I like the fantasy, and that I go to a strip club to get the fantasy, and not a reality. And I know that I like going to strip clubs. :)
But I don't know whether or not I LIKE the fact that it's a fantasy. Sometimes that just gets me down. Like I've posted in other threads, I feel MORE lonely after a great interaction with a cool chick, whether or not I also pay her a lot for a strip-club-determined experience.
Especially if a certain kind of rapport is established -- the kind that simply cannot be created in a real-world situation in which two strangers, hot for one another (fantasy or reality), meet and then begin to interact. There's simply no crossing the social gulf in that manner at a "regular" bar, because the woman has an agenda different from the man's. There, the woman is doing what she can to PREVENT the male from having a good time (in my experience) and basically is showing off how NEGATIVE a person she can be. Meanwhile, the man is doing what he can to "beat" her at that game, and showing off that her negativity doesn't fluster him. "Look at me, I'm able to take it" versus "Look at what I can dish out."
In a strip club, the two members of the couple work toward one another's mutual gratification. Each presumably knows the ground rules and the reasonable expectations (how far the fantasy can extend, before it rubs up against unfortunate reality). And therefore each is simply leading the other down the desired path. It isn't dialectic or competitive, it's cooperative.
I actually don't perceive that the real-world version -- competitive, negative -- is something that can change or that I can't learn to play in. I just don't like it. I also don't REALLY think that the strip-club version is an adequate alternative to real-world socializing. I just don't get enough real-world success to do without the strip-club type of crutch to prop myself back up again. I can't manage to "cross that social gulf" in the real world and therefore regularly REQUIRE something else, simply to remain sane.
I guess I "could" somehow "resist" the call of strip-clubs. That might even give me a new perspective on the man-woman thing in real-world interactions. But I lack the will-power, or simply choose not to try. I am also a pipe smoker. I "could" somehow "quit" smoking, but I like it and I'm not currently concerned about it. Same for strip-clubbing: it's probably got a long-term deleterious effect, I probably should quit, it probably has negative consequences for my real life. But ... I just don't work that way right now. Wish I did ... then again, maybe I don't wish I did ...
In fact, ideally, all that I'd like to see is that the "cooperative" dynamic were to become a part of real-world interactions. I've never experienced that. Chicks are always so bitchy and vigorously "I'm being flighty on purpose" around me. Not sure how to cross that hurdle.
When I first started reading this discussion board I didn't expect to run across words I have to look up. I think you've done that to me before but it's one of the reasons I keep reading this board--guys like you make it interesting. I don't enjoy some of the dialectic (there I used the word) gibberish on this board but someone comes up with something interesting at least once a week.
I'm also addicted to strip clubs. I'm married so my prespective is probably different from yours. Sometimes I wish I could be like Carl Hiasen who wrote a book of fiction about strip clubs in Florida. I can't remember the name but a movie was made from it starring Demi Moore, I think. I heard an interview of him. When he was writing the book he hung out in a lot of strip clubs and just talked to dancers and tried to get to know them. I presume he did not partake of any dances. It would probably make it a lot more difficult to write about it objectively, I guess. That's a weird fantasy, isn't it? Wishing I could resist the sexual desire to rub up against these attractive women so that I could get to know them better?
The title just came to me: "Strip Tease" I believe.
HL, we've also talked about "Strip Tease" before. The book is much better than the movie. The mvie tries to make a social commentary which ruins it, the book is pure humor.
Yes, this of course is a true (and rather obvious) statement. I personally don't experience "cooperative" relationships in civilian non-strip-club bars. This must have something to do with MY nature, though I'm not a ridiculously aggressive person. I just seem to twig women into the whole "good girl DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME YOU MASHER!" and "make him wait" act. Other dudes are out there getting laid and therefore getting girlfriends. I'm getting my wallet drained. And often it turns out, that I find out later, while I'm being "made to wait" the female objects of my interest are also actually fucking other guys. Other guys whom the women characterize as "bad catches, and therefore what I do with them 'doesn't matter.'" This qualifies as very very frustrating, to me.
I guess I should learn to be a 'bad catch' too. Hmm, maybe that's why I keep losing my job, I want to join the ranks of despicable hoboes who actually get enough sex ...
But I'm going way off topic. Sorry.
I remember my first ATF was like a puppy dog all over me as soon as she found out I was in her club. I think she made of habit of getting to me first. At times I thought she seemed like the top bitch in the strip club since she would chase away any dancer who dared to talk to me before she got to me. Only new dancers ever seemed to do that. I thought she was thinking of me as a customer even outside the club for a while so I got a bit startled when she made a comment to me one time. I was talking about the possibility of getting a job in her hometown and then she smiled and said she could come over to my house and dance for me everyday. I was startled and thinking "I can't afford that." I didn't even realize she wasn't thinking of me as a customer at that point. Knowing where you stand takes some experience to know whether you are still a customer, fuck buddy, or friend.