Dancing with the boys

Moneyed Gyration

Among the flickering lights
Amidst the shouts of people
intoxicated and emancipated by alcohol,
I see reality
I see clarity
I see the philosophy of life

Amidst the beat of musing
Among the gyrating bodies
of young well-toned men,
I see their vanity
I see their weakness
I see their source of livelihood

I see the swaying of
rubber band cocks
And the rolls of folded bills,
I see life outside the box.

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Strip club Experience

I've never been to a strip club before in my entire life. I mean mentally present during a certain experience but fortunately/unfortunately I was during that weekend after my cousin's birthday sometime last April.

The night started out with a lot of booze and picture-taking at our extremely pretty girlfriend G's pad. There were different kinds of booze in her house courtesy of my cousin, E, and Johann. R and me bought the munchies for that night. It was an extremely dizzy night.

After awhile the booze started kicking in and we piled into two cabs and went to the only strip club (mind you it was a gay one at that) that we knew, Remingtons. I remember that particular night was a ladies night. Remingtons cramped with 90 % men and 10 % women with that not big enough space that most people were just standing with their drinks on one hand and their eyes glued to the show. The show consisted of different well-toned guys at first doing a flirtatious dance and after awhile stripping off all (when I mean all I meant ALL!!!) of their clothes.

After almost half an hour's time watching those well-toned guys do their stuff, our group started buying lap dances for my cousin, E, R, and me. My lap dance was ok even though I think I turned off the guy by saying something stupid. I think I came out as a frigid biatch when he was doing his thing to me. The guy was sweet (of course he should be he was paid to be sweet!) and would willingly give me a free dance but I blew him off with the coldest of cold replies.

We went home after that talking about our night out and comparing notes on our lap dances. All in all we all had a great time.

*****

Angel. . . I am at it again.