Strip clubs

I apologize in advance. This post is down, depressed, maudlin. Stop reading here if that’s not your bag.

I’m in a bit of a relationship/sexuality jag, reading-wise, and right now, I’m reading The Erotic Mind, by Jack Morin. It’s a sort of pop-psychology guide to how to think about eroticism, desire, arousal, excitement, purporting to be a somewhat scientific…

But enough about me, back to T – T, who didn’t ask for me to keep a blog, and doesn’t derive the same benefit I do from my story, our story, being “out there.” I’ll tell you a bit about…

Back in the day, I spent untold hours in strip clubs.  I’ve written about it here and here.  In my “sober” life – in the time since then, I’ve spent almost no time in strip clubs.  Dan Savage once said,…

What is it about burlesque that I don’t like? I know I’m supposed to like it. It’s what we intelligent, feminist, sex-positive people are supposed to want our stripping ladies (and gents) to look like, to do. The gradual, oh-so-artful,…

A funny thing happens when you become a sex blogger – or at least, has happened since I did.  There seem to be those who take some comfort, or inspiration, or interest, or something, in my journey, in some or…

You may remember L. Although our lives bring us into frequent contact, both with one another and with one another’s spouses, we haven’t fucked since January. This is a problem. It’s a problem for each of us, though each in…

In my early lap dance days, I frequented the VIP Club.  It was, as I’ve written, “classier” than the Harmony Theater, the women, more made up, better dressed.  They also, alas, had more silicone and were less prone to rub…

Too much is never enough?

This post continues a series of posts I’ve been writing about my descent into depravity, my loss of control over my sexuality.  It begins with my origin myth, told here and here (and here), and continues with my first lap…