Comments by looneylarry (page 2)

Is anybody really surprised that a stripper site would take the view that they are always in control and standing ready to fleece the gullible customers? Or that a monger site would take the view that we will always find the best value for the money and are disengaged bad asses? Maybe both sides are guilty of overplaying their hands a bit? My views on drinks is that there are too many clubs that use the drinks as yet another way to make money. They don't want their dancers falling down drunk, but they want their customers buying as many drinks as they can (note I didn't say buying as much alcohol as they can). So, I think the dancers and the barmaids and the bartenders all have this wink and nod that the dancer gets a watered down drink (unless the dancer does a little kickback to the house or the bartender). The customer gets enough alcohol to loosen his wallet, but the club doesn't want the customers to be falling down drunk, either, with all the problems that brings. So the dancer drink is less of a clever ploy by the dancer and more of a greedy play by the house. It is true that it in effect buys a dancer's time, but it is little more than that. They are little ticking timers sitting on the cocktail tables, and when the drink is gone so is the dancer. In some clubs, they get their money other ways, so they don't stress the drinks.

A heart-felt post, Slick. The world has far too much hate, and no one needs to add to it. Some of this homophobia has to do with a generalized fear that you will be hit upon, pursued, objectified, corn holed. If that makes you queasy or weak at the knees, drives you crazy, or creates a bubbling resentment--how do you think women feel? Do you think they like the construction worker cat calls, the groping in the elevator, the undressing with the eyes, the lecherous look and the stalking? Oh, it's okay when you are the predator and not the prey. Every gay guy doesn't want to come onto you, so get over yourself. Just the same as every civvie 10 doesn't want to fuck you in the alley. And just to be clear, because of this site: I am NOT talking about the SC, because that is theater, that is a fantasy that you are purchasing. Everybody thinks that mainline religion condones discrimination against gays and lesbians because of some overarching concept of sin. And those who are the most self-righteous are the first to reach for the stone. But not so fast. If we spent just a little more time trying to find the lonely, the dispossessed, the forgotten, the weary, the hungry, the mentally ill, the people who are tired of just hanging on, maybe we can make the world a bit better. There is way too much suffering. And no, it's not because they all deserve it. And about this lifestyle thing. If I want to live like a Rastafarian, that is my choice. If I want to live like a hermit in the woods, that's my choice. If I want to live like a callous, pompous bastard with my own talk radio show, that is my choice to live that way. But when did you make the conscious choice to live a heterosexual lifestyle? Was it something that just happened, as a core part of your being? So heterosexuals are born but homosexuals just choose it? I think a powerful argument is that if homosexuality was a choice, do you really think people would choose the layers of unremitting day-to-day shit they have to put up with?

Steve's all over it. I heard Yackov Smirnof in there.

I think I'd take the deal. It's like getting back all the money you spent going to NASCAR races. When it's all said and done, there were cars going round and round, there were some crashes, somebody won, then there was another race a few days later. About as meaningful and long-lasting. A lot of noise, a lot of gasoline smells, your eyes ring for a while, you can get together and talk about great races with other fans. But other than that, you are never going to be a driver yourself, you are never going to cash those checks, you are never going to have the girl kiss you at the end of the race. Somebody might pour milk on you sometime by accident or out of anger. A lot of money and not a lot to show for it. Even though we are wired to enjoy the chase, the game is stacked against us.

Good points by zip and ilb, cogent and well-reasoned. Everybody else was venting some first class union hate. I don't know what you clowns are going to bitch about when union membership drops even further. Nearly all of the recovery since the collapse of 2008 has gone to the top one percent. They locate the plants in the South because of the vehement anti-union feelings there. Rednecks would rather work in a non-union plant, until the execs decide to move the plant to someplace else where they can exploit the labor force even more. How about Malaysia or Guatemala? Now THAT'S Econ 101.

Tempest, you are wry and funny and original. And you'd be fun to motorboat. It is interesting that you have had generally unpleasant experiences with female customers. Most of the time it looks too us like the female customers get preferential treatment from the dancers, so we are a little jealous. I'm surprised that you have had bad experiences. I'd try to make it up to you, if I could.

So if we are the very rare breed, does that play in our favor (strippers know that we are the true connoisseurs)? Or does that play against us, that we are the ATMs that some think we are (fool me once, shame on you, but fool me over and over)? If strip clubbers are a small percentage of the population, and we are over-represented in that small segment, are we in a good position or not?

[yawn]

It's not worth it unless you can extract some payback from him. Maybe you get the little one next? You put the "man" in "wingman'.

Dan, I like to watch the college volleyball games where they wear the skin tight little shorts that barely cover the butt cheeks. There have been some top notch college volleyball players that had perfect, round asses. It makes sitting at the end of the court a fun experience.

Good for you, Carolynne. Looks like I'm out of the running now.

I really like A, but was very pleasantly surprised in the club with B, since I can't get that anywhere else. Sideways had a new set of sensations and the ability to grab handfuls of fun for me was a good thing. And she was very experienced at the sideways thing, and was into it.

I'm with you, Steve, on the Mila Kunis thing. But I saw a picture of her without makeup, and she's nothing special. I don't know if you can Photoshop ugly into a picture. Welcome back. I also want to hear about the Sugar Daddy experiment.

Um, okay then. And look at you, gmd, throwing that word around.

That's probably another good reason to to do your clubbing as an unrestricted free agent. Get in under the radar, scope things out, keep a low profile, and keep your eyes open for stuff like this. Try to be in a position to see them before they see you. I ran into a guy one time who was a peer of my boss. I had met the guy a few times before at business meetings. We talked comfortably at the club, and I just assumed that we would both keep it under wraps. He probably had more to lose from it than I did. I thought we would leave it behind, like Vegas. Now I'm starting to wonder if he did a preemptive strike on me as a way to do plausible deniability for himself. He could have come to my boss and said that he had heard from people that I had been spotted at the SC. That way he looks clean and he has the leverage on me. Things soured and I was let go, but it would be nearly impossible to know if the SC spotting had anything to do with it.

Oy [face palm], I have to keep thinking about how far it is from the Midwest to Atlanta, and how short of cover stories I am. I have no choice but to live vicariously through my TUSCL brethren.

Sorry, I 'll pass. Jesse James is one stupid mo-fo. Banging Sandra Bullock or some trailer whore? Wow! She looks like she fell asleep on a soggy section of funny papers.

Well played, slick. You just know Kramer would have been a big SC monger. George more like the ldking. And I had my eye on this hot little spinner that promised to go to VIP, but she went instead with. . . Newman!

Next time I go to the local burger shop, I'll look for the hot chick covered in tats. I gotta admit it was probably the most erotic rock video I've ever seen, duo, but oy the tats. The tats all over. On boobs, fingers, everywhere. The only guy profiting from that thing was the tattoo artist. With the lights off, I do her in a New York minute.

Motor, around here the only clubs that DO have smoking are the strip clubs, all the rest of the restaurants, bars, and clubs are smoke free. The strip clubs are private clubs, membership only, and get an exemption from the clean air laws. So, now if you come home and smell like smoke, the ONLY conclusion is a strip club. So smoke odors is a big deal. I got a kid with a sniffer like a bloodhound and he likes to just yell it out if he smells it, even from across the room. I have no room for error. None.

[triple take on ldk's last post] The cherry on the top is when they are grinding just the right way, not too hard, or too fast, with the right pressure and moves, and they look in your eyes and they they know they just found the sweet spot. Or maybe those are just dollars signs appearing in their eyes.

The pussy juice rubbed all over the pants or shirt is a tough one. You have to make a bee-line to the home bathroom and get the clothes in the clothes basket. If there is any fear that the SO will smell the clothes as she is loading the washer, then you better take up laundry. The pussy juice on the face is more difficult. You can wash with soap and water and it seems like it still lingers. Just water won't cut it. It's like you had been gutting fish all day. I washed up one time and came home and slipped into bed and the wife kissed me on the cheek, and lingered, and kissed me again. I think she smelled it, but wasn't quite sure enough to level an accusation. Maybe she was thinking, "What the. . .that almost smells. . . But no, it couldn't be." I was sweating it out, but she didn't say anything. Later I rubbed my hand on my cheek and jawline and my hand smelled like pussy, so she had to have smelled it. @lopaw, the hair is a tough thing. But if you can get away with it, rolling all the windows down and going 70 on the freeway helps a lot. Then you have to explain why you look like you were in a wind tunnel, but that's better than having to explain perfume, smoke, or pussy smell. It is a little odd in the winter, though. You could pull it off in SoCal.

I have heard about dancers that saw the possibility of blowing your cover as leverage if they ever needed it. To even have a dancer think it was a possibility would be too much. I could get a burn phone, but I'd have to hide it somewhere where it could never be found by wife or kid. There would be long times between uses. And I worry about Google--it seems every time I turn around, they are linking together all of the Google platforms. So when I use Google for other uses, work, etc., I don't want this secret Google Voice identity popping up. I can't have any clues appearing when I least expect it.

Good guesses, skibum. Who's next, Ginger or Mary Ann?

*a big city instead of snug city. This auto correct is getting on my nerves.