Like from what I understand you're not allowed to touch the workers because then it becomes prostitution. So like. A bunch of boys just get together and sit down to watch some girls dancing naked? And they just kinda grin at each other and say "hey isn't it awesome when there's boobs?"

You can't jerk off so they just go to get boners with their buddies? You can do that at home. You can just watch porn with the fellas or have a circlejerk.

I've never understood why it's seen as a straight masculine thing to go to a place where the only thing you can do is get horny with other men.

  • Dessa [she/her]
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    7 months ago

    When to a strip club 3 times in my life. The first time I was a young incel about 18 years old and fell in love with one of the ladies who was friendly with me. The stripping was boring. I was just lonely and needed a dream.

    The other two times were boring as shit. It was a few years later and I didn't see the point in it. I always just wanted to chat with the women, and was low key jealous of the women in my party who attended and did just that with the workers, but without the weirdness of male/female relations in a strip club. I stopped going after that, amd just tops my friends no if they asked to go together.

    Later I would find a girlfriend and stopped being a weird incel. Then I would transition and stopped being jealous of women.

    The only other "strip" show I watched, I don't count because was legitimate burlesque and the performers were incredible, doing crazy rope tricks and magic, and one guy had a wild 3D shadow puppet show.

      • Dessa [she/her]
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        7 months ago

        He may have, but he was behind a screen the entire time. There were a red and blue light diagonally behind him, and a screen between him and the audience. When you put on the 3D glasses, the shadows themselves had depth, but only at the edges. If he threw a ball between the lights behind him, it looked likr he threw a ball right at your face. It was incredibly convincing, but it wasn't hog