Comments by Rightfield

I can't do a "Heaven" or some shit like that. One went by "Divine" and when I told her friend that was the name of a famous transvestite, she was young enough to be unaware, and shocked to find out. Said she would let "Divine" know. I feel transvestites (wait, no I don't) can live their own life as they see fit, but I was never attracted to the actress named "Divine". I mean "Lust in the Dust" was kind of a funny movie, but still. My favorite dancers happened to go by their real names. It blows my mind that they were that self-assured, but I really admire it. And then, one dancer I was familiar with got outed by an old classmate who used her real name in addressing her. The dancer shared that this was her real name, because she didn't care if I knew. Her classmate was in the club with her boyfriend, and pressed up against me while we were discussing. Fuck, that was hot. But then, I am easily impressed.

@Ali: With the "badges" phrase I was making a reference to an old movie. My point was that while you are probably not from Law Enforcement, your request is exactly like what law enforcement would make if they were fishing for info. Therefore, I think people would be unlikely to give specific advice.

I think the signal Muddy describes is the one a person is supposed to discretely give to passersby if they have been abducted and being held against their will.

First, show us your badges!

I enjoyed the story Grrl told about meeting her family in church after her night shift and being accused (by her grandma, I think) of "smelling like a stripper". If somebody made that up, they have a pretty good imagination.

I went to a Unitarian church service once as a young man. I barely got out of there with my virginity.

Fellas - if you think any of the recent presidential candidates give a flying fuck about what happens to you and me, you are delusional. They care only about themselves. They take certain positions because they believe it will get them votes. They ALL lie with impunity. And somehow we tolerate that.

Thanks for the great info! Your no-nonsense approach gives me the impetus to ask the following naive dilemma as a potential first-timer: I assume condoms are required? Sex without condoms in this environment would seem foolhardy. And yet, personally, sex with a condom, even with civilians, isn't hardly worth it. Which would relegate me back to the stateside strip club experience.

I would rather blow 23 grand in a strip club than a casino.

Poker tournaments were fun when the game was popular enough that ordinary people played. They are more pleasant to spend time with, as well as easier to win money from. Same thing with horse racing when Canterbury Downs was new south of the Twin Cities. Spending a day in either endeavor now means being surrounded by morose gamblers. They will scare all the fish away over some slight breech of protocol. But mostly, hard corps gamblers are too depressing to be around.

^ibbaicni: If a dancer does not want to please me, I don't assume she is a moron or whatever. I just don't see why I would give her any more money. If she has already made "enough" she doesn't need to be by me. The other comment I was going to make about dancer turn-offs: When they are pitching VIP and I try to ask what her parameters are - and they get indignant and say "I'm not a prostitute." Well I didn't say she was. But she is implying we can have more "fun" in VIP, and I am trying to find out what that means before we have a misunderstanding.

I don't like it. I know they don't mean it in a perverse sense, but it is still creepy.

Implying things will get better in VIP, then grabbing my wrists to move my hands away from her like we are on a high school date. I mean, I will respect their limits, but let me know what they are ahead of time. There is nothing so unsexy as a girl's hands on my wrists. Related: Quoting one price as we head to VIP, and then finding out it's going to be more. ("Oh, that's what I get. The house charge is on top of that.") Nope. It isn't. Goodbye.

A black eye for vegan strip clubs.

I need the conversation too. The dancer/customer relationship may have a lot of deception about it, but there can also be a level of honesty you don't get with your friends. Plus there is honesty and vulnerability in the nudity. Her voice may be lying, but her bare tits aren't. Talking with, and touching, a relaxed women is 90% of what is great about sex, without the complications of the 100% experience.

Aren't living expenses in Germany, and Europe in general, higher than in the States? I wonder how the women can provide services for less money in Europe than they cost in the States?

That picture of Elvis and Nixon together was fun, but they didn't die til later.

Even as a young man, I struggled with to answer the question: "What do you do for fun?" But I have really enjoyed strip clubs. I know of no substitute. I enjoy having conversations with semi-nude women. Some of the conversations are even quite honest. I don't see how gardening, or exercising could hold a candle. I once saw an exercise video where the hostess suggested someone could kick their smoking habit by taking up exercise instead. I understand that works for her, but it doesn't compute for me.

Damn it, "I" move my fingers closer to where I want to go, not "they".

You know, women are complicated. Many don't want to talk explicitly; civilians or dancers. As another poster said in another thread, they move their fingers slowly closer to where they want to go, and judge the dancer's response. Despite my stupidity as a younger man, when women might have been attracted to me physically, I find I am much more intuitive now. Now, I take the hint. When a dancer moves her pelvis even a fraction of an inch a way from me, I do not pursue. I would never touch where I am not wanted. But she is usually giving subtle clues as to whether I should advance or retreat. I wish to fuck I had the presence of mind when I was younger to proceed thusly with civilians. If I had done so, I maybe wouldn't have to resort to strip clubs in my middle age to make up for it! Unless you are completely obtuse, she is giving clues as to what she expects. Relax and observe.

KOD is not my personal preference, but I confess that since it is not, I have not been there for many years. Current reviewers say they do an ID scan, which means I will not be checking it out anytime soon. I won't recount my negative memories since they are so old it wouldn't be fair. I've been to Deja Vu a few times, also a long time ago since they seem to cater to younger customers with the no alcohol thing. The Seville is higher end, but I never really connected with anyone there. At Spearmint Rhino, I found the dancers very impersonal. That leaves Rick's and Downtown Cabaret, who have common ownership. DTC is the nicer venue, everyone should see it once. But I usually try Rick's first as I have hit it off with the girls better there. Rick's has crappy limited seating though, until you head to VIP. Next time I go to Rick's, if I spy some dancers I find attractive, I am going to negotiate with a bouncer to see how much to sit in the reserved seating near the main floor. Sometimes a like to spend a few hours in the open, because my budget isn't going to tolerate more than an hour at most in VIP rooms even if I go completely nuts. My first stop is Rick's, then DTC is plan B, and if that doesn't work out, I am done for the night.

I'm going with long shot Rich Strike winning the Kentucky Derby at the last instant in 2022. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wIYD42DV3Ro I read about the announcer who makes the exciting race call. He memorizes all the horse's names and their numbers before the race, as he does not have time to look at a cheat sheet or listen to a spotter. As the race unfolds, he just BARELY sees the winner coming up on the inside and calls his name out just before he crosses the finish line.

That was a barn burner.

I decided to be direct when I was in a Canadian club once. Asked the hostess who was seating me how do I tip without paper bills? She said, "don't worry about tipping". OK. So then I get a few dances until one beautiful "friendly" French speaking girl bitches me out for not tipping. So I left. Damn the girls were pretty though. Chez Paris in Quebec, I think.

Meant to say "they", not "that". But also, this is why I might read a political discussion on a strip club discussion board. That is where the answers to life are.