Kilt Boy

New ownership information: I've heard from someone who works at the club that it is now (or soon will be) owned by a NEW Chinese guy. He seems pretty mobbed up, too.

I heard that Foxy is working nights. If anyone can confirm, I'd appreciate it. I really miss that woman. She ain't no girl. I miss her tongue, too. Visually. She was a pile of laughs and a maniac in the CR. Tall, black, curvy as hell. You would NOT be able to miss her. Also, Tiffany is going out of town for a couple of weeks. Glad I got to see her last week. She's such a sweetheart and always made time for me.

You know you're a regular when a 3rd girl feels it's okay to tell you that 2 other girls had an actual fistfight over who got to keep you as their primary customer. That's one of the reasons that the 'loser' left that particular club. Wow. I mean, there's more than enough of me to go around, but I guess that good customers are just that hard to come by.

Things were different 35 years ago ...

Has anyone seen Hunnie lately? I was talking to an old friend on Wednesday, and her name came up.

Sure, but now it's going to be a letdown twice a day. ☹

This is getting out of control. I was on the bus last night, halfway home. 3 beautiful, scandalously dressed young women who were well within my category of preference waved me over. I didn't recognize them, but whatever. This kind of thing usually works out well for me. One of them asked, "Are you ... [name]?" Warily, I responded, "... yeah?" Then they all started talking about some women they know who talk about me all the time. Women I know very well. Fuck. Really? Emboldened by their discovery, the one sitting next to me asks that familiar old question: What am I wearing under my kilt. With no hesitation, she slides a hand up to check, gives me a nice handshake and winks at me. Then, they all laugh together while I get up, say goodbye, and get off the bus. I guess I'm getting 'known' in a certain circle/community. That's insane. Favourable, but insane.

I downloaded The Return of the Living Dead (1985) just to watch this scene of Linnea Quigley

Sammy hasn't worked in a few months, but came in with her friend, [redacted]]. The 3 of us had a great old time today, supplemented by Diamond, Tao, and Enigma. Whoo! I need a cash injection.

I spent a long, lazy afternoon on the floor talking with a delightful retired dancer who was the guest of a friend. I don't know if anyone will remember Dawn, but I'd find her hard to forget. She was terrific. Ran into Alex, too. She is going to be returning next week for a while and we'll see how it goes from there. It's like old home week. The day before I got a racy text from an old fav who retired in December and wants to start dancing a couple of shifts a week/month. Not sure which club, though. More details as they become available.

Women are the worst. Really. And they have claws. So many nights I went home with literal holes in my ass. A big bulge in my pants that was purely money, but it wasn't the best time in my life. Performing on stage was great. Making the sale was easy. It was the actual work that led to all kinds of trouble. Yeah, my job was mostly grope and grab, let them put it in their mouth or in their shirt for a minute, maybe stir their drink to cool off, get paid and move on. All on the floor. We hardly got anyone into the back rooms because it was $5/dance back there. On the floor, it was basically a dollar a grope. As long as I was making money, I put up with it. That's just the way it was 35 years ago. We were young, dumb, and full of cum. It didn't really get to us because that was the job. Plus, it was good for the ego. Men are taught to be courteous in a situation like that and mostly we behave. Sometimes it gets out of control and some guys are just fucking idiots, but generally I find that the guys are way less of a problem. Women in a strip club are finally free to act out, no longer bound by the strict rules of society. They go wild. They lose ALL inhibition and sense. There aren't a lot of male clubs around anymore and the all-male revues that cruise through town are very controlled. That leaves just the regular SCs which is where this problem you describe comes up. I've seen it. I've also seen some ladies who are as respectful and generous as I am. Not many, granted, but a few.

My solution has typically been to have more than one partner present. Nobody gets over-extended and there is always an extra helping hand or two. That, and not to simply be content with the finish. If time runs out, if she taps out, if it just isn't working ... pay, tip, thank, and leave. It didn't take me long to figure that one out. Sometimes you just don't have all day to have sex. If the actual SEX part isn't fun, you're doing something wrong. Sure, the finish is great. It shouldn't be the only thing. The time requirement is one of the reasons I don't have sex anymore, especially for money. If we're going for the finish, either I'm paying an awful lot (for time or personnel), or they're doing a lot of extra work. Or there's guilt.

Mine is so long now I could probably put it in a braid. I guess it's a good thing nobody but me ever sees it. I've been thinking of taking it down with my trimmer for the summer. I'm sure it will make my walking routine more comfortable. Should I use the electric trimmer, or gas?

"You're a double threat. No, a TRIPLE threat. Hell, you're a goddam UNICORN around here!" One of my regulars started listing reasons why she loves to see me come around.

I had some fun with Cookie today, on the board's general recommendation. She has a killer stage show, and told me that she was only giving it about 75% because of a headache. She wanted me to do some advertising for her here, but I can't give a review of something that I didn't experience. #nudgenudge