|Women take the stage at the Hustler Club.|
I can totally see how a strip club would try to snake by on this law.
And as I have discussed before, there are certain strippers, who on certain days, really are "dramatic" entertainers.
But let's get real. Even when I had an amazing dramatic performance as a stripper, I knew what most of the men were there for.
Wait a minute. I can't believe I'm backtracking. A lot of customers were certainly not there for a "choreographic" performance, but they were there for much more than just "sexual fantasy."
The customers came to have someone to talk to. To have friends to hang out with. To feel like they were worthy of being talked to by others. To waste time. To find time. To drown their sorrows. To forget life for a while. To live. To be seen. To disappear.
Some of the same reasons I was there.
And, yes. For some of us, when we went up onstage, under the rosy lights when time stood still, we were there to perform. To become sexual fantasies. To become seen and loved and adored from afar. From near.
|Sheila Hageman as Kirea at The Blue Angel, NYC|
The customers. And me.