Originally posted by Blue Dawg
If that were true, than how the hell did I end up way the **** in.....uh...nevermind. I'll tell you what though, I'm through with stripclubs forever.....never again.....I'm through with them....forever. Done ....Finito....Sayonera....See ya strip cooter has earned it's final $1 off me ....

What happened?

YEAH! What happened

Uh...that stripper I was seeing but dogged me started calling me again and invited me to a stripper party at one of her co-worker's house....let's just say I got a look at a side of the "real life" of strip clubs/strippers and that it wasn't pretty. Still too traumatized to actually say what i saw, but I think it can be repaired with many years of therapy(which I started today) and lots of meds. Violence(domestic), hardcore drugs use and true deep rooted sadness and desperation were abundant at this "party". I still haven't been to that kind of bar and never plan on going again. Not sure if I even want to be involved with the stripper I'm seeing now anymore. She's ****ed up but so ****ing hot. Damn my stupid penis, he always gets me into trouble!!!!

SO WHAT HAPPENED AT THE PARTY!

I gotta know!

So basically you felt bad for funding this kind of behavior, felt kinda responsible for it?

Sort of. The whole vibe was ugly. The way they see their customers, how terribly upset, depressed and drugged out on crack, crank or heroin, they are. And the severe beatings they take from their jealous boyfriends. I just can't look at it the same. It was like looking at that AV that had the chick's eye cut. I don't want to be involved in that world anymore.

That sucks man, now what are you going to do? Go to regular bars?

Don't know. I'm sort of unofficially on the wagon. Just haven't drank for days. I'll probably start going to regular bars eventually. Right now though I'm content with smoking mad weed and being a hermit. My life consists of nothing but work, training, and checking out(mentally).

Originally posted by Blue Dawg
Sort of. The whole vibe was ugly. The way they see their customers, how terribly upset, depressed and drugged out on crack, crank or heroin, they are. And the severe beatings they take from their jealous boyfriends. I just can't look at it the same. It was like looking at that AV that had the chick's eye cut. I don't want to be involved in that world anymore.

You have my respect for life.

A man that sees something he disagrees with and actually trys to do something about it. It might not make much of a difference in the long run, but your doing what you feel is right.

Good for you