Their tiger skin
Some people don’t understand strip clubs. In their mind, in this false fantasy they have conjured up, the strip club is a seedy place, a place where only the lowest go. The reality of it is that they just don’t understand how necessary and exotic these places are. More importantly, they don’t understand how pure they are. Because, you see, the strip club is a place of purity. Unlike religion, with all its contradictions and bemusements, a strip club is about one thing and one thing only: letting your inner animal out and setting yourself free.
I’ll never forget the first time I visited my first New York strip club. One minute I was on the street, wandering aimlessly after being stuck on the subway with a million other New Yorkers, and the next I saw a door on my left which I’d never noticed before. A man was standing outside it wearing a sharp black suit, and I guess I never noticed this before because this wasn’t the kind of street that I usually took a walk down this late at night.
I didn’t even know my new friend’s name and she’d already had her hands down my pants twice
I approached the guy and, much to my surprise, he opened it without a word being said. I entered through the red velvet curtains behind the door. Ten minutes later, seated at some matching red velvet seats at the back of this majestic dark dazzling place, a woman approached me. She asked me if I needed a fuck buddy.
“I’m not sure I told her,” and immediately felt ridiculous. If there was one thing I needed above all else it was one of these. My marriage was broken, I’d been separated over 6 months and it was time to move on.
The rest of that evening was drinks with my new friend – a lush-looking Spanish woman who watched the pole-dancers with amazement and kept spying me with one little eyes – and an amazing lap-dance I will never forget. I didn’t even know my new friend’s name and she’d already had her hands down my pants twice. The excitement of it all — the constant buzzing sensation at the back and front of my head — was unbelievable. All of us, we were like friends together.
I learned two things that night: not everything needs planning, or to have a reason, or to have a direction, even. Some things can just happen, and that’s OK. Sometimes it’s best if you let them. That way, you might learn something about yourself.
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