All I Could Bare: My Life In The Strip Clubs Of Gay Washington, - Plot & Excerpts
Seth came in once to see me work, but he didn't stay long. He said it made him uncomfortable, but we didn't discuss it much more than that. Another time, one of my college friends, who had since moved out of town, came into the bar. He knew I'd written about strippers for my master's thesis, but he had no idea that I'd started dancing.When I saw him, I was kneeling on one of the platforms, my dick still hard from my last customer. He walked up to me, and for a moment I wondered if he was going to touch my dick, which—in the logic of the clubs—would've been weird because he was a friend, not a stranger. But instead he said, "Boy, you really know how to throw yourself into your research," and we both laughed.By far the weirdest encounter I had with someone I knew, though, happened one Saturday night when I was onstage dancing—or to be more accurate, rapidly swaying—to one of my favorite songs, the club remix of Mariah Carey's "Fantasy."I was really into it, getting lost in the lyrics ("seems so real but it's a fantasy...
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