So when M was at WLC, someone gave him vouchers for free entry, free drinks and free appetizer at the Dollhouse, a lovely "Gentlemen's Club" here in town. [LMAO we decided on the way in that the only gentlemen to be found thereabouts was the word, written on the side of the building lol!!!!]
Now, honestly, I have always been dying of curiosity to see a strip club. However, I always imagined it would be some drunken escapade with a group of buddies, before I got married. Now, it would be a little different, being a Mrs. and all. So one Friday, M said he wanted to go I was very wishy washy. I went online and looked at the website and as I looked at the pics of the girls and imagined my husband oogling them, I decided that was not my type of fun and said no. M tried to ask why, and when I explained that now that I am married, he is basically my main source of attention and compliments. If I see him giving that attention, etc, to another woman, I would feel hurt. We had some kind of communication breakdown and tiffed about it. Anyway so I got ready (we were gonna go mini golfing) and as we were walking out to the car, I said "Honey, no woman in her right mind wears heels [as I was] to go mini golfing. Let's go pick up Heckman [his buddy, to be our DD] and go to the strip club." Lol. So we did.
It was a very very interesting experience. Granted, it was just the one Ive been to, so others would probably have a different feel, but it seemed plenty clean. The drinks were good (ENORMOUSLY overpriced, of course), the girls were nice (I know its their job lol but still) and it was a cool atmosphere. Chill. Smiley.
As for the actual dancing onstage... There was one dancer who had the word "respect" tattooed under her stomach. My knee-jerk reaction was "Wow, thats a little ironic." Then I caught myself and really thought about it. Think about the situation: This girl is onstage. All these people are paying to see her body. They cannot touch her. They can't really shout obscene things to her, as the music is loud and they would probably get kicked out. They just sit there, and stare. She is being worshiped, in a way. The women were all sizes and shapes and ages. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, and in between. Their breasts were perky, saggy, big, small. Some butts were smooth and some had cellulite and some were nowhere to be found. There were straight hips, and curvy. They had many tattoos or very few. There were women with piercings and some who were non-pierced. I consider myself very open-minded, so I understand that many people will probably not agree with this observation, but in the end, I did not see slutty women trying to make my husband leave me. I did not see fools on stage, losing their self-worth for money. I did not even see that creepy guy in the corner. I saw, finally, in the last place on Earth I expected to see it, the female form being appreciated for what it is, and what it can be. I saw mothers, older single women, fresh-faced young girls, all equally appreciated and found attractive, without judgement -- FINALLY! I found the whole thing to be a form of worship.
Granted, its NOT all pretty. There are prostitution, drugs, drinking, rape, etc. But that stuff is also everywhere else in the world. I don't know why the women who are dancers have made that choice, I don't know how they feel about it, or how they feel up there dancing. I know they pretend to like all these guys as soon as they are offstage and hustling for lap dances. I know it is not a clean industry, very much at all. But in those moments when they are on stage, it feels like for once, no matter what they look like, everyone in the room finds them beautiful, without judgement.
Now, honestly, I have always been dying of curiosity to see a strip club. However, I always imagined it would be some drunken escapade with a group of buddies, before I got married. Now, it would be a little different, being a Mrs. and all. So one Friday, M said he wanted to go I was very wishy washy. I went online and looked at the website and as I looked at the pics of the girls and imagined my husband oogling them, I decided that was not my type of fun and said no. M tried to ask why, and when I explained that now that I am married, he is basically my main source of attention and compliments. If I see him giving that attention, etc, to another woman, I would feel hurt. We had some kind of communication breakdown and tiffed about it. Anyway so I got ready (we were gonna go mini golfing) and as we were walking out to the car, I said "Honey, no woman in her right mind wears heels [as I was] to go mini golfing. Let's go pick up Heckman [his buddy, to be our DD] and go to the strip club." Lol. So we did.
It was a very very interesting experience. Granted, it was just the one Ive been to, so others would probably have a different feel, but it seemed plenty clean. The drinks were good (ENORMOUSLY overpriced, of course), the girls were nice (I know its their job lol but still) and it was a cool atmosphere. Chill. Smiley.
As for the actual dancing onstage... There was one dancer who had the word "respect" tattooed under her stomach. My knee-jerk reaction was "Wow, thats a little ironic." Then I caught myself and really thought about it. Think about the situation: This girl is onstage. All these people are paying to see her body. They cannot touch her. They can't really shout obscene things to her, as the music is loud and they would probably get kicked out. They just sit there, and stare. She is being worshiped, in a way. The women were all sizes and shapes and ages. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, and in between. Their breasts were perky, saggy, big, small. Some butts were smooth and some had cellulite and some were nowhere to be found. There were straight hips, and curvy. They had many tattoos or very few. There were women with piercings and some who were non-pierced. I consider myself very open-minded, so I understand that many people will probably not agree with this observation, but in the end, I did not see slutty women trying to make my husband leave me. I did not see fools on stage, losing their self-worth for money. I did not even see that creepy guy in the corner. I saw, finally, in the last place on Earth I expected to see it, the female form being appreciated for what it is, and what it can be. I saw mothers, older single women, fresh-faced young girls, all equally appreciated and found attractive, without judgement -- FINALLY! I found the whole thing to be a form of worship.
Granted, its NOT all pretty. There are prostitution, drugs, drinking, rape, etc. But that stuff is also everywhere else in the world. I don't know why the women who are dancers have made that choice, I don't know how they feel about it, or how they feel up there dancing. I know they pretend to like all these guys as soon as they are offstage and hustling for lap dances. I know it is not a clean industry, very much at all. But in those moments when they are on stage, it feels like for once, no matter what they look like, everyone in the room finds them beautiful, without judgement.
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