"Strip club and late night burgers." That’s what one of my best guy-friends asked for today on his birthday. Who am I to say no?
The best moment; a female patron leaned over onto the stage with bills in her mouth and the dancer rubbed her boobs all over her face and took the money with a grin. The patron then yelled “I appreciate your work!” in the cutest voice. And my friends and I cheered.
It’s nice not being the only feminist in a strip joint.
Fucking hell yes. I love loving lovely women.
Also had an in-depth conversation with my husbands best friend wherein he grilled me about how women felt about “the box slap” (referring of course to the porn-esque move so popular in stage shows where women slap their own pussies roughly in a sexualized context). “Well, if I’m getting myself off I never slap my own box, but I have had my box slapped by a boy in a way I really really enjoyed. So I don’t know what to tell you. Other than I dislike the term ‘box’.”
(I might have paused mid-way through that response to appreciate some pole skills that were going down)
Because I appreciate their work too.
(“You might want to drink some water before you pass out like a rockstar babe…” Good advice from a good husband.)