OK...I had a bad day, so I thought I might cheer myself up by climbing up on my favorite dead horse and seeing if I can get some support for my tired, tired point. This time, a different tact...
I recently read "Stripped" by Brent Kenton Jordan. And I got permission from the author to quote a passage from his book. So, you see, there are at least 2 people on the planet that think this...I am no longer the lone psycho.
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From "Stripped" by Brent Kenton Jordan:
Customers are not all lecherous old perverts looking to cheat on their wives and squander fortunes that might have been spent on their children (though some nights, I swear, it feels like that.) The truth is, a customer, whether his wife will ever accept the fact, or if he himself will admit it or not, is in need of much more than sexual arousal when visiting a strip club.
Based on twenty years of observation, it is obvious to me that sex is not the prime motivating factor for a man to spend his money on a young, virtually naked woman in a strip club (though even the customer may protest that it is).
The main motivation for the customer lies in the acceptance and caring he may lease, at least for a moment, from another human.
Acceptance? Caring? From a stripper?! Indeed.
A man works for a forty-hour week. He received few accolades and is appreciated even less. His co-workers snipe and pick and bitch and whine continually. His teenage children look upon him as a sodded old fool. His wife has too many of her own problems to care - even if she found the energy - and to her, he could never broach the subject of his needs. A man sometimes needs to feel powerful, dominant, needed. The company he works for existed before he came along and will continue to exist after heis gone. His children have their own friends. His wife has been taught by society that it is shameful to lean on a man for total support. He is left with few methods of expressing his nature - what nature originally intended - of a powerful provider, a dominant being.
Enter the strip club: A man may rent the attention of a young woman: a woman ostracized by society, more innocent than himself in the ways of the world. A young woman who depends on his generousity, his ability to provide. For this ability, he is blessed - for a few minutes, or a few hours - with what he needs the most: The feeling of being needed, of virility, of power - the rood core of primal man - which, despite the attmpted socializing out of this condition, is an integral, inherant part of all men.
For only a few (or a few hundred) follars, he is transformed. he is attractive, he is powerful, he is virile and compassionate and interesting. Every word from his lips is a treasured gem of wisdom. his body is a Greek god's temple. He is Man. More than Man, he is Conan the Barbarian. He is a superhero come to life. He is the only man on the planet. No one else compares. His job of checking for typographical errors on his company's financial statements is the most fascinating concept the young woman, who devotes her entire attention to him and him alone, has ever heard. The body he had assumed was irretrievably out of condition is a continual source of pleasure for her gently wandering fingers. She understands and appreciates things even his wife cannot. Things that cannot be expressed to friends or co-workers (they have their own problems) are absorbed and accepted by the young woman who dotes on him and him alone. How can he tell his wife of twenty years he feels impotent in life: his dreams are faded, his strength is gone. He can tell this young woman, and she consoles, accepts, vindicates. She convinces him that he is important, strong, virile, needed - at least by her, at least for the moment - and often that is enough.
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All I am looking for is someone (ANYONE!) besides JZ and Mr. Jordan, to feel me on this. Can I get an amen? (P.S. And not just because, after today, I seriously NEED it.)
-gen



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