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[andrewducker]

As usual, theferret puts it extremely well:

I've never seen it. I can't get off on just a woman's body; I need to know who it is that I'm being ground by. Would I like her in real life? Is she funny? Does she have my sense of humor?

Sure, I'd fuck Catherine Zeta-Jones a couple of times, but I'd leave her after a week if she couldn't appreciate a good dick joke.

I've long said that my ideal strip bar is a small coffee table. You pay an exorbitant fee up-front, but the stripper comes over to you, fully-clothed. You both order espressos and discuss who you are, how you got there, talk about politics and women's rights and religion. And then, after about a half an hour of get-to-know-ya talk, she says, "Would you like to see my breasts?" and then lapdances me.

That would be tremendously erotic. I'd go every night.

But the strip club, bare and barren - that nebulous, state-sanctioned, sex-free whorehouse, stripped bare of physical contact so all that you can see is the greed and fiduciary transactions underneath?

...I don't get it. I just don't.

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ferret rules

[josephgrossberg.livejournal.com]

Thanks for turning me on to his LJ.

Here's the response I posted there; I'm afraid it'll get buried in his usual avalanche of comments, so I'll post it here to your smaller audience:

so all that you can see is the greed and fiduciary transactions underneath?

Not if she's a good stripper. Great strippers are actresses; they make eye contact, they smile at you, they make you think they like you and they pretend that they don't loathe what they're doing. And you pay your $ for the brief delusional feeling that, wow, this insanely hot chick digs me and the fact that it's soft-core porn in the flesh.

...I don't get it. I just don't.

Well, you get you're not paying for sex; at least you get that.

But you're not paying for an emotional connection either.

You're paying for the combination of beauty and nudity.

Almost anyone can see a bland, naked woman. (Just kick it to them.)

Almost anyone can see a hot, clothed woman. (Just go to the mall.)

But almost no one can see hot, naked women for free.

Hence, people are willing to spend a few dollars for the privilege, every so often.

Your main problem is that you are thinking about it too much. Like many pleasures -- "hey, this hamburger is some cow's baby" ... "ya know, I bet the chick on this DVD really doesn't like the taste of a cock slathered in astroglide" ... "I'm getting hundreds of calories and no nutrition from this beer, and mildly poisoning myself to boot" ... "that kiss just put millions of bacteria in my mouth" -- you can ruin it for yourself.

[wordofblake.livejournal.com]

I'd be really put off by having to "order espressos and discuss who you are, how you got there, talk about politics and women's rights and religion". I mean I'm put off anyway but I think that would be more of a stumbling block for me than naked ladies.

I mean aren't these people told not to speak to strangers!?