dance bar / show bar

[oiran]

Well, that was…unlike other nights I've spent outside of my house. I went to a kick-ass gay dance club, watched cute guys hook up, got hijacked by some girlie gay girls (whoo!) and ended up hanging out with strippers in what apparently passes for a classy strip club, tipping with another woman's money. And no one I met could get over the fact that I write porn. And the person I'm supposed to e-mail a fic link to? Her name is LANA. She's about the most anti-SV!Lana you can get without giving her a big penis, but that's her real name, apparently. And I tripped on broken cement and hurt my ankle again, requiring me to sit in my car and not-cry for a while before driving home, but otherwise I'm pretty much unscathed. Well, except my hair stinks of cigarettes. And I lost my chignon chopstick thing somewhere. But I did get to give a stripper someone else's dollar bills out of my cleavage, so that was all to the good.

This was probably all a mistake, but not a particularly grievous one. Oddly enough, as much as I enjoyed myself, I can see why Mr. Glove doesn't want to go to tittie bars. It's so much more fun to be there as a girl. The women on stage don't like the men in the audience. Period.

And, yes, if you're keeping track, this is at least a partially drunken post.

ETA: Oh, and apparently, you can drink all night if you bring your own booze. Also, tittie bars in TN are full frontal. And, um, backal. And everything in between. But I maintain that adult women should have some pubic hair, because otherwise it's creepy.

Comments

Watching the men watching the women.

[velvetglove.livejournal.com]

No question that it's sleazy as hell, but it's probably worth at least one trip just to say you've done it. Also, since you're female, you'll likely get more attention - even just eye contact and smiles - from the dancers than the men will get unless they're waving handfuls of twenties.

Among other things, I think the dancers appreciate that female patrons are perhaps more interested in the whole package instead of just fixating on their crotches. It gets very sisterly - I ended up trying on one girl's 6-inch platform shoes (and promptly falling off of them).