ASSC SCing--Addiction or Hobby?
Rebel...@aol.com
My original plan was to limit myself to go out clubbing once every 2-3 weeks
considering the financial impact SCing has; I usually spend an average of
$200 every night I go out. It's not that I can't afford it, I just would feel
better in the long run if I did limit myself and used the money for other
purposes. However, I always have a good time going out, and when Monday rolls
around I'm already lookin forward to the week-end; and a week-end without a
SC visit leaves me less than elated.
Anyone experiencing a similar dilemma? Would like to hear others' thoughts
and feedback on this.....
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CMG
Rebel94203 wrote:
>My original plan was to limit myself to go out clubbing once every 2-3 weeks
>considering the financial impact SCing has; I usually spend an average of
>$200 every night I go out. It's not that I can't afford it, I just would feel
>better in the long run if I did limit myself and used the money for other
>purposes.
Yeah, right. Face it, Reb. You're a junkie.
>However, I always have a good time going out, and when Monday rolls
>around I'm already lookin forward to the week-end; and a week-end without a
>SC visit leaves me less than elated.
That's the Life. You get strung out when you don't shoot up.
>Anyone experiencing a similar dilemma? Would like to hear others' thoughts
>and feedback on this.....
Hobbies are for Boy Scouts. It stopped being a dilemna for me long ago. I
gotta go cold turkey periodically, or else getting that smack in my
bloodstream becomes my Life and my Wife. I guess some guys keep it as a
hobby. I don't envy them one bit. Not for their bloodless prose or for
what runs in their veins.
So grab a spike and come join the danse macabre!
CMG
--
(You will reply to cgould at ix dot netcom dot com)
sixty...@hotmail.com
Rebel94203-->
> My original plan was to limit myself to go out clubbing once every 2-3 weeks
> considering the financial impact SCing has; I usually spend an average of
> $200 every night I go out. It's not that I can't afford it, I just would
> feel better in the long run if I did limit myself and used the money for
> Monday rolls around I'm already lookin forward to the week-end; and a >
>week-end without a SC visit leaves me less than elated.
>
> and feedback on this.....
Sixty-->
A distinguished panel of doctors says: You addicted to them young thangs! And
it *is* addiction, my friend. Your body craves the stimulation. However,
you are not alone, and help is available. I can attest that aversion therapy
works. Try this: go to your favorite SC (which has to serve alcohol or else
this won't work). Proceed to enjoy the ladies in an epoch-making manner and
get very, very drunk. Extend yourself in legendary fashion. When your body
tells you it's had plenty thank you, laugh in its face and order another
round, and as a penalty for whining so annoyingly at you, throw it a shot of
tequila. Live it up! In the taxi on the way home (you're way beyond finding
your keys, Chester), stop at the local taco joint and gobble down a tasty
couple of Burrito Supremes (don't forget the extra hot sauce!). Mmmm, them
boys is tasty, ain't they? Feel free to help yourself to anything else on the
menu. Then, cancel all appointments for the next day because you're gonna
spend some quality time in your slippers and bathrobe getting acquainted your
two new friends RALPH and EARL. When the dry heaves finally subside around 10
p.m., nature will have taken its course. The pleasant memories of the
bootylicious young dancers you enjoyed the night before will have become
inextricably tied in your mind to the vision of colorful chunks swirling down
the toilet. Do you want to go back for more fun at the Happy Lappy this
weekend? Uh, ... nah.
The pathetic truth is that *I* have been undergoing a similar "therapy" for
the past few weeks now, and only now am beginning to sense stirrings of
interest in returning to the scene of my hideous crimes. My wallet thanks me.
William L. Eller, Jr.
Rebel...@AOL.com wrote:
> Anyone experiencing a similar dilemma? Would like to hear others' thoughts
> and feedback on this.....
Ah my dear friend, you like so many of us before you have been caught in the web
of the seductress ASS-Cing. It starts as a hobby and then quickly turns into an
addiction. Once ensnared, it's impossible to get out. I thought that by moving
across the country, I would be able to resist the call to the clubs. Without easy
access to my favorite dancers, who through their many talents allowed me to
forget my dull day-to-day existence and led me to believe I was living in
paradise, I would be able to finally defeat this habit and lead a happy "normal"
life.
But it was not to be. Only a month in Vegas and I have started amassing a new
supply of favorite dancers to feed my habit. First one at Club Paradise, then
two. Then three at Cheetah's, oh the viscous cycle is repeating itself. I have
surrendered to the fact that I will always be a strip-club addict and the only
thing I can do is sit back and enjoy the lapping. I can think of worse ways to
die.
Bill from Las Vegas
The name's COSTANZA, George Costanza!
CMG
Bill from Las Vegas wrote:
>I thought that by moving
>across the country, I would be able to resist the call to the clubs.
Without easy
>access to my favorite dancers, who through their many talents allowed me to
>forget my dull day-to-day existence and led me to believe I was living in
>paradise, I would be able to finally defeat this habit and lead a happy
"normal"
>life.
>
>But it was not to be. Only a month in Vegas and I have started amassing a new
>supply of favorite dancers to feed my habit. First one at Club Paradise, then
>two. Then three at Cheetah's, oh the viscous cycle is repeating itself.
Gee, Bill. You aren't kidding, are you? I was just being melodramatic with
all that "junkie" talk. Get some help, man. That's no way to live.
CMG
--
(That address is cgould at ix dot netcom dot com)
Steve Grantz
William L. Eller, Jr. (wle...@popd.ix.netcom.com) wrote:
: Once ensnared, it's impossible to get out. I thought that by moving
: across the country, I would be able to resist the call to the clubs.
[snip]
: But it was not to be. Only a month in Vegas [snap]
What??? You wanted to get away from strippers, so you moved to *Vegas*?
You might as well try kicking that hashish habit by moving to Amsterdam.
Next time, try Salt Lake city.
--
Steve Grantz 2 * McQ != McQ
http://www.visi.com/~sgrantz 0.5 * McQ == McQ
delta9
I've found a move that helped me kick my SC habit -- moving from
Toronto (where the highest contact laps available anywhere in North
America cost about US$13 each) to Los Angeles (where for US$20-30 a
dance you can't touch, drink or smoke).
Quitting was a no-brainer.
On Wed, 03 Jun 1998 18:43:29 GMT, sgr...@visi.com (Steve Grantz)
wrote:
Kashmir
In article <lPgd1.675$On1.2...@ptah.visi.com>, sgr...@visi.com (Steve Grantz) wrote:
>William L. Eller, Jr. (wle...@popd.ix.netcom.com) wrote:
>: Once ensnared, it's impossible to get out. I thought that by moving
>: across the country, I would be able to resist the call to the clubs.
>
>[snip]
>
>: But it was not to be. Only a month in Vegas [snap]
>What??? You wanted to get away from strippers, so you moved to *Vegas*?
>You might as well try kicking that hashish habit by moving to Amsterdam.
>
>Next time, try Salt Lake city.
>
Alabama---no clubs, no coin ops, no nothing (not even DRAFT beer!). You got
to either drive to Birmingham or Atlanta (or to Memphis on those LONG
weekends---<g>). Trust me, Uncle Sam sent me there---and I left.
-----
Charlotte, NC
real e-mail: kashmir7(at)ix(dot)netcom(dot)com
Greatful one
Addiction "ain't it cool". BTW don't worry if you have an addictive
personality this will pass and something new will come along.
SunS...@my-dejanews.com
In article <6l4u66$n...@dfw-ixnews8.ix.netcom.com>,
kas...@work.not (Kashmir) wrote:
> Kashmir--> no, SLC won't do it, LMR says they got clubs. Try Montgomery
> Alabama---no clubs, no coin ops, no nothing (not even DRAFT beer!). You
got
> to either drive to Birmingham or Atlanta (or to Memphis on those LONG
> weekends---<g>). Trust me, Uncle Sam sent me there---and I left.
Sorry Kashmir, there's a dive called Crossroads about 10 miles north of
Montgomery now. Kansas anyone?
Kashmir
Kashmir--> no, SLC won't do it, LMR says they got clubs. Try Montgomery
Alabama---no clubs, no coin ops, no nothing (not even DRAFT beer!). You
got to either drive to Birmingham or Atlanta (or to Memphis on those LONG
weekends---<g>). Trust me, Uncle Sam sent me there---and I left.
SunShark-->Sorry Kashmir, there's a dive called Crossroads about 10 miles north of
Montgomery now. Kansas anyone?
Kashmir-->and just think, I missed it. Is it as bad as that dive in West
Mobile (can't remember the name). I drove down one afternoon to meet with a
friend who I hadn't seen in years. It was he, I, the DJ, and two scags that
got pissed because we ignored them. They finally started tipping each other
hoping we'd get the hint or something. Oh well--our fault for staying and
trying to catch up on old times.
tongue4u
> > Anyone experiencing a similar dilemma? Would like to hear others' thoughts
> > and feedback on this.....
>
> Ah my dear friend, you like so many of us before you have been caught in the web
> of the seductress ASS-Cing. It starts as a hobby and then quickly turns into an
> across the country, I would be able to resist the call to the clubs. Without easy
> access to my favorite dancers, who through their many talents allowed me to
> forget my dull day-to-day existence and led me to believe I was living in
> paradise, I would be able to finally defeat this habit and lead a happy "normal"
> life.
>
> But it was not to be. Only a month in Vegas and I have started amassing a new
> supply of favorite dancers to feed my habit. First one at Club Paradise, then
> surrendered to the fact that I will always be a strip-club addict and the only
> thing I can do is sit back and enjoy the lapping. I can think of worse ways to
> die.
>
> Bill from Las Vegas
Hmmm... you moved to Las Vegas to get away from Strip Clubs?
Kind of like moving to Alaska to get away from the cold, don't
you think?
Erip
Rebel...@AOL.com wrote:
>
> My original plan was to limit myself to go out clubbing once every 2-3 weeks
> considering the financial impact SCing has; I usually spend an average of
> $200 every night I go out. It's not that I can't afford it, I just would feel
> better in the long run if I did limit myself and used the money for other
> purposes. However, I always have a good time going out, and when Monday rolls
> around I'm already lookin forward to the week-end; and a week-end without a
> SC visit leaves me less than elated.
>
> and feedback on this.....
My experience is virtually identical to yours. But despite 25 years of
on again, off again clubbing, I never even got close to addiction until
the fateful day that I stumbled upon ASSC. Until that day, I never
viewed going to clubs as anything more than an occasionally healthy
outlet to view beautiful naked females (compared to for instance
drilling tiny holes in the locker room walls at the beach club as a
crazed adolescent). With the exception of the wild days of the original
Melody Burlesque in Times Square in the late 70's, clubs were just a
voyeur's carnival for me to revel in - straightforward and honest
(compared to for instance others I knew who wouldn't go to SCs but just
happened to be seeing "Oh! Calcutta" at every opportunity). Pay the
door charge, drop my dollars on the stage, and go home with no
discernable damage to the bankroll.
Then came ASSC. The daily literate exaltation of clubs, dancers, and
club culture, makes me want to go to clubs after every reading of the
posts. And the insights offered up here have made my clubbing just too
much fun. So I'm an addict now, I spend more than I should, and energy
is devoted towards looking forward to the next outing. I also
rationalize new purchases by imagining how much I can cut out of my SC
budget to afford them. I suspect this won't change until I delete the
checkmark next to ASSC on my news program. That will be happening any
week now - I trust!
Erip
William L. Eller, Jr.
tongue4u wrote:
> Hmmm... you moved to Las Vegas to get away from Strip Clubs?
> Kind of like moving to Alaska to get away from the cold, don't
> you think?
>
I figured with all the with all the tourist and high rollers dropping mucho dinero in
the clubs, the dancers would ignore an average looking poor fat balding guy like me.
WHO KNEW!!!!
Rebel...@aol.com
In article <357769...@earthlink.net>,
Er...@earthlink.net wrote:
>
>
> My experience is virtually identical to yours. But despite 25 years of
> on again, off again clubbing, I never even got close to addiction until
> the fateful day that I stumbled upon ASSC. Until that day, I never
> viewed going to clubs as anything more than an occasionally healthy
> outlet to view beautiful naked females (compared to for instance
> drilling tiny holes in the locker room walls at the beach club as a
> crazed adolescent). With the exception of the wild days of the original
> Melody Burlesque in Times Square in the late 70's, clubs were just a
> voyeur's carnival for me to revel in - straightforward and honest
> (compared to for instance others I knew who wouldn't go to SCs but just
> happened to be seeing "Oh! Calcutta" at every opportunity). Pay the
> door charge, drop my dollars on the stage, and go home with no
> discernable damage to the bankroll.
>
> Then came ASSC. The daily literate exaltation of clubs, dancers, and
> club culture, makes me want to go to clubs after every reading of the
> posts. And the insights offered up here have made my clubbing just too
> much fun. So I'm an addict now, I spend more than I should, and energy
> is devoted towards looking forward to the next outing. I also
> rationalize new purchases by imagining how much I can cut out of my SC
> budget to afford them. I suspect this won't change until I delete the
> checkmark next to ASSC on my news program. That will be happening any
> week now - I trust!
>
> Erip
>
Ah an old Melody Burlesque fan!! I also went to the Melody many times in the
70s and still have many fond memories from that period. Remember us guys
lining the walls as these young, nubile, women, some totally naked, would rub
and touch and grab........and all for ONE DOLLAR!!...yes gentlemen, it was $1
per dance, I kid you not. The place, consisting of a stage and a large
theater with seats surrounding the stage, would fit a 100 or more guys packed
in on a weekend night. Years later they raised it to $2!. Guys would line up
and eat out women on the stage for a dollar as they would lay down with their
legs spread wide open (I never partook in this particular event). Then when
the Melody was forced to close in the 80s, it became the Harmony on E 21st or
thereabouts where you would take an elevator up to the third or fourth floor.
Eventually, the Harmony opened two clubs, one on Church and one on 22st. I
believe the dance fee was raised to $5 at that time, then to the present day
$10 (although some try to charge $20).
Any other old Melody fans out there who wish to share their experiences?
Erip
LapDr-->
> In article <6l9tkd$3cc$1...@nnrp1.dejanews.com>, Rebel...@AOL.com says...
>
> >Then when the Melody was forced to close in the 80s, it became the Harmony on
> >E 21st or thereabouts where you would take an elevator up to the third or
> >fourth floor.
>
> The composer requests clarification, please.
>
> The Melody became...the Harmony? (Seriously?)
>
> (Talk about musical chairs.)
Erip-->
Yeah, but not before the NYPD composed an extremely dissonant atonal
movement between the melododic and harmonic sections.
Erip
Erip-->
> > With the exception of the wild days of the original
> > Melody Burlesque in Times Square in the late 70's, clubs were just a
> > voyeur's carnival for me to revel in - straightforward and honest
> > (compared to for instance others I knew who wouldn't go to SCs but just
> > happened to be seeing "Oh! Calcutta" at every opportunity). Pay the
> > door charge, drop my dollars on the stage, and go home with no
> > discernable damage to the bankroll.
> >
Rebel94203-->
> Ah an old Melody Burlesque fan!! I also went to the Melody many times in the
> 70s and still have many fond memories from that period. Remember us guys
> lining the walls as these young, nubile, women, some totally naked, would rub
> and touch and grab........and all for ONE DOLLAR!!...yes gentlemen, it was $1
> per dance, I kid you not. The place, consisting of a stage and a large
> theater with seats surrounding the stage, would fit a 100 or more guys packed
> in on a weekend night. Years later they raised it to $2!. Guys would line up
> and eat out women on the stage for a dollar as they would lay down with their
> legs spread wide open (I never partook in this particular event). Then when
> the Melody was forced to close in the 80s, it became the Harmony on E 21st or
> thereabouts where you would take an elevator up to the third or fourth floor.
> Eventually, the Harmony opened two clubs, one on Church and one on 22st. I
> believe the dance fee was raised to $5 at that time, then to the present day
> $10 (although some try to charge $20).
>
> Any other old Melody fans out there who wish to share their experiences?
Erip-->
As far as I know, its the birth of the lap dance, the birth of the
audience participation grind. I could write a book about this topic and
my experiences at the old Melody/Harmony.
Porn stars like Bambi Woods (Debbie who Loved Dallas) totally naked in
my lap in one of those broken down chairs - for a good long time - hands
everywhere - $1;
the parties against the wall;
full-out cunnilingus on groups of dancers lying onstage with their legs
in the air and a box of moist towlettes at their side with their lawn
bags of dollar bills - lines formed and guys with faces full of pussy
juice got back at the end of the line after their time was up;
George the decrepit sleazy Ratso Rizzo DJ/MC;
Eddie, the demented ass spanking beret wearing super-geek - never a time
he wasn't there;
Dominique's late husband was the owner and a Sinatra protoge - his corny
ballads were the bumper music between George's illiterate introduction
of the next beautiful sexy dancer (every dancer got the identical intro)
- marriage of Jersey mob tuxedo tacky and Times Square sleazy always
seemed very odd;
Bernards Bar & Restaurant across the street where the Melody Girls
boozed and rested between grope sessions with the NYC porn society of
the day;
no HIV;
Plato's Retreat, Studio 54 and the great sexual continuum that was NYC
in the late 70's - early 80's.
Dammit but I had to move to the wrong coast and have lived in L.A. for
the last 14 years. Last time in NYC was four years ago. Visited the
Harmony on Church Street and had the most amazing night of my life ever
in an SC courtesy of some absolutely incredible imports from Moscow! It
gives me great inner joy to know that the mother of them all has
remained the Queen of all edge SCs after all these years - seedy and
decrepit as she may be. As much as I miss so many things about NYC and
the east coast, I miss the Harmony more than anything else!
Erip
Cthulhu
Couldn't resist this topic, so de-activating Lurker-mode...
It's definitely an addiction; it starts slowly and innocently, but
then it festers silently. Like the frog who's content to be boiled alive
as long as the water he's sitting in is heated very slowly, the PL stews
in his own juices.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Looking back, I laugh at the innocent beginnings of my habit. I was
introduced to the world of SC's via a friend's bachelor party. I liked
what I saw, and bravely ventured back on my own. But I wouldn't even
consider going to the club more than, say, once a month, because -- what
if somebody recognized me? What if somebody remembered that I'd already
been in here last week? They'd think I was a... a... pervert or
something!!
But I liked what I saw. Soon enough, it was twice a month. And before
you could say "mock-003" I was visiting three times a month. It took a
little longer, but eventually it was a weekly habit.
My friends and family were aghast. So I stoppped mentioning it.
Then I crossed the threshhold: In my book, SC'ing more than once a
week means you're dependent. I went even further, finally topping out at
6 out of 7 days.
Needless to say, nobody can afford to keep up that pace, and I
dropped off, falling back to more manageable levels. The friends and
family who are still aware of my activities have come to accept it,
especially if we don't talk about it.
But the proof that I'm addicted: I just can't say "No." Sure, I can
go maybe 2 weeks without a visit, but I start getting kinda... anxious,
if you know what I mean. I even moved almost an hour away from my
favorite club, but I'm still motivated to make the drive. I just can't
do without it.
"Not more than once a month?" Ha!
Wait, maybe it is a hobby: My hobby is being addicted to strip clubs!
-Cthulhu
EYE
<snip vivid and remarkably accurate recollections by Rebel and Erip>
Yes, Melody Theatre was exactly as these guys described it. I started
going there as an 18 year old in 1969, when they still had the sleazy
combo, cigar chomping comedians, busty features in their sequined
gowns and satin gloves, and all the other trappings of mid twentieth
century burlesque culture.
I was a witness to the birth of lap dancing..... those long, lingering trips
through the audience after a performance to pick up tips, which eventually
became the entire show ("Mardi Gras" as it was known at the Melody).
and as the previous correspondents indicated, things reached the apex of
nastiness many, many years ago, in the pre AIDS era, when stageside,
nude face dances were not uncommon.
By all indications, the curtain is going to come crashing down on the lap
dance world (as we know it) in NYC any day now. A lot of the younger
guys are genuinely in a panic about this, but I feel remarkably unperturbed.
Things change. The law of supply and demand dictates that *something*
will be provided for our lecherous inclinations, and I see signs that the
downtown nightlife culture is beginning to feature more retro style go-go
revues, etc., so the seeds of perversion *are* being resown, however
tenuously.
Whatever happens, the Melody will live on in the memory of venerable
lowlifes like Rebel, Erip and myself.
Mr. Tongue
> > Hmmm... you moved to Las Vegas to get away from Strip Clubs?
> > Kind of like moving to Alaska to get away from the cold, don't
> > you think?
> >
> I figured with all the with all the tourist and high rollers dropping mucho dinero in
> the clubs, the dancers would ignore an average looking poor fat balding guy like me.
> WHO KNEW!!!!
>
> Bill from Las Vegas
Well, as a regular visitor to Vegas and its finer Strip Clubs
I can say that in my experience a lot of the dancers don't descriminate
based on the appearance or perceived economic status of the customer.
This is especially true of the girls who actually live in Vegas as
opposed to the girls who come in on weekends. A friendly, polite, regular
customer is a welcome change/relief to many Vegas dancers.
Rebel...@aol.com
In article <3578E0...@earthlink.net>,
Er...@earthlink.net wrote:
>>
> Porn stars like Bambi Woods (Debbie who Loved Dallas) totally naked in
> my lap in one of those broken down chairs - for a good long time - hands
> everywhere - $1;
>
> the parties against the wall;
>
> full-out cunnilingus on groups of dancers lying onstage with their legs
> in the air and a box of moist towlettes at their side with their lawn
> bags of dollar bills - lines formed and guys with faces full of pussy
> juice got back at the end of the line after their time was up;
>
>
> Dammit but I had to move to the wrong coast and have lived in L.A. for
> the last 14 years. Last time in NYC was four years ago. Visited the
> Harmony on Church Street and had the most amazing night of my life ever
> in an SC courtesy of some absolutely incredible imports from Moscow! It
> gives me great inner joy to know that the mother of them all has
> remained the Queen of all edge SCs after all these years - seedy and
> decrepit as she may be. As much as I miss so many things about NYC and
> the east coast, I miss the Harmony more than anything else!
>
> Erip
> Ah yes, you just jogged my memory....i too had the incredibly built Bambi Woods in my arms, naked, for a $1 (against the famous Melody Wall)..hmmmm.. I can still picture her adorable face.....yes those were some great times.....and thanks to EYE for giving a little historical background on the beginnings of Mardi Gras in the 60s; (i didnt make it to Melody until the 70s); I wonder where those great lap dancers are today...they've got to be in their 40s now.
What does the future hold; EYE has it right in saying that you cant stifle
this lust; i look forward to the ongoing perversion that Harmony will offer
in whatever shape that takes; when they closed the Melody, the club went on
to live another day and I believe it will continue to do so....maybe on
Church, maybe on the west side in the new zones.....and maybe even better
than it is today!
Martin J. Smith
Yep, those were the days!
Jelly Guy
EYE-->
JellyGuy-->
We are panicking. I'm sure our Disney backpacks and Bibles will assuage our
feelings of loss and despair.
I cannot begin to describe how furious I am about this. A government founded
on the principle of separate church and state goes around imposing
Judeo-Christian morality on 250 million (official) residents, without any
regard for the culture and customs of others.
They can shut down lap parlors, but dare they close up a house of worship?
How about converting the Harmony into a Temple to Aphrodite? (Curse the day my
people abandoned their playful, oligarchic ancient gods for this boring,
totalitarian christianity!). Customer enters the Temple to pray to the Goddess
of Love, leaves a tax-deductible donation at the front door, and preceeds to
practice his new-found religion by getting lapped 'til the Muses sing!
This in turn inspires him to make larger donations to the Temple via one of
the acolytes. Of course, if the acolytes are stealing every last dollar that
passes through their hands, and owners aren't pressing any charges, who cares?
"What, you didn't go to Temple this week? The Goddess will strike us down! Our
harvests will be destroyed by locusts and drought! We must sacrifice some
christians to appease them!"
Cops raid the place? Violation of our religious freedoms!
IRS wants a cut? We're non-profit, and therefore tax-free!
Hold on, what's this? They burn incense in christian churches? Second-hand smoke!
They're giving our children cancer! BURN THEM ALL DOWN! (Better yet, zone 'em!)
And now, for our return to sanity, a question. Does anybody know the parts of
New York City (especially Manhattan and immediate vicinity) where the clubs will
be permitted? Is there a source for this information? I don't mind seeing Harmony
move (the gods know any place will be cleaner than their current digs), but I'd
hate to have to go to southern New Jersey for thrills.
Thanks, guys, for that wonderful retrospective on the Golden Years of Lap.
--
"I didn't know you could do THAT in church..."
"Slave to the Grind"
Please respond to jellyguy (at) earthlink (dot) net
EYE
JellyGuy-->
We are panicking. I'm sure our Disney backpacks and Bibles will assuage our
feelings of loss and despair.
EYE-->
Do cockroaches panic every time Joe Human reaches for the Final Solution? No, they simply
pack their Disney Backpacks and find another refrigerator to party under. We should be so
resilient.
The inevitable period of readjustment hasn't even begun. Clubs have too much invested in
their present operating procedure to try to keep ahead of a supposed change before it actually
happens. I would assume that Dominique and the other club owners who will be affected by
this have been spending a *lot* of time with Real Estate agents in recent months scouting out
potential locations. Expect a period of a few months when there might be a significant
decrease in the commercial sex racket, and then suddenly places will start popping up in
obscure locations and advertise very heavily to make up for lost time. Still, assuming this law
has teeth, there *will* be a serious net decrease in sexually oriented businesses. If that is the
case, then other options may just start popping up. What will all the out of work strippers do?
My guess is that the back pages of the Voice and the New York Press will have double the ads
for escorts and masseuses that presently appear, possibly setting off a buyer's market price
war. Streetwalkers will become more brazen as desparate lechers look for a quick libido fix,
and nightclubs that have theme parties will suddenly discover the increased marketability of
decadent entertainment.
JellyGuy-->
Does anybody know the parts of
New York City (especially Manhattan and immediate vicinity) where the clubs will
be permitted? Is there a source for this information?
EYE-->
Certainly the industrial areas like Sunset Park, Red Hook, and near the Navy Yard in Brooklyn
are prime candidates... which is great news for me. In Manhattan, most locations are on the far
west side from Canal Street and up through Chelsea. In Queens, Maspeth and Woodside, and
in the Bronx, Hunts Point. Certainly, a car would be helpful, otherwise expect some serious
cab fare. I understand that Flash Dancers, which is on Bdwy and 52nd Street is unaffected by the
ruling, which is interesting, as it is right in the heart of midtown. You might be able to retrieve
some more specific information from the New York Times website, assuming they have a
search capability.
gu...@texas.strip
[Mr. Tongue]
>Well, as a regular visitor to Vegas and its finer Strip Clubs
>I can say that in my experience a lot of the dancers don't descriminate
>based on the appearance or perceived economic status of the customer.
>This is especially true of the girls who actually live in Vegas as
>opposed to the girls who come in on weekends. A friendly, polite, regular
>customer is a welcome change/relief to many Vegas dancers.
[guru]
Well, as an irregular visitor to Vegas (3 visits in past 2 years, and
about 30 visits in the past 30 years) and its finer Strip Clubs I can
say that in my experience... for a couple of hundred dollars a
dedicated ASSCer can have a whale of a GOOD time. A friendly, polite,
irregular customer (if he has some cash) is made to feel very welcome.
The real work for the customer is to get past the seasoned OLD PROS
who will attempt to molest you at the door (and quickly suck your
wallet dry) and find the new girl who WANTS to have a good time. For
information on this topic refer to past posts on "How to say NO to a
Dancer".
Remember, even old pro dancers are people too, and many will be happy
to help you find the girl of your dreams (at least for this visit),
for a few dollars in tips, or a drink. Describe to her the kind of
girl you want...in my case, young, relatively new, slender, and
natural ...and soon that girl may show up at your table. If it
doesn't work out...then move to the next club, or try it later in the
day when another shift of girls are on duty. Remember, it is YOUR
money, and you don't have to spend it until you find the right
situation (or you don't have to spend it at all).
Only spend your budgeted money for the day when you have found the
right girl in the RIGHT situation. The right situation would be:
1. A relatively private area in the club.
2. Bouncers are not watching your every move.
3. The girl is NOT on her period (you should find out about this
beforehand). The dreaded PERIOD always gives the dancer a good excuse
for not doing certain things. If you can't feel the tampon or the
string...then it is just an excuse...find another girl.
4. The girl (or girls) wants to please you, and have a good time.
For more details on our favorite Las Vegas clubs...meet us on IRC in
chat room #ass-c.
guru