2003-11-02-11:15 p.m.
Raaaaah, Kill Me Now!

Sorry, that was out of place (please don't send me notes of comfort about the evils of suicide.)

We partied really really hard last night. We as in my martial arts class cause we brag that we are the only dojo around that pulls off a freaking good party. We drank, drank, drank, drank, had a shot, drank some more. I sparred with Jason as he was piss drunk and the next morning he doesn't even remember (he also doesn't remember pissing on his house and was shocked when I told him.) The black belts actually still have there speed/control when drunk, strange no? After we drank to our hearts content (I stopped at a certain point to drink only water so I could be sober again.) Somebody out of the blue said::

"Hey- lets go to a strip bar!"

Yup, I've never been ever. In my limited view of the world I imagined drugged up abusive club-owners giving crappy money to abused dancing girls who have a baby at home and most of them are 18 with men drooling at the stage with their mechanical laughter as they enjoy only physical pleasure, enjoying the pain of the weak girls who dehumanize themselves on stage for a dollar.

Well, going to the strip bar was actually more interesting then that.

The guys in the bar were actually normal people. Some I would usually see on campus here with their backwards baseball cap and such. Some looked like working men and some even brought their girlfriends to sit next to them as a girl would swing on a pole.

The girls didn't really look like the "Hey Baby- You Want Some of This" trash you would see on the street (side note, being it Florida Georgia weekend, as we were driving through downtown Jacksonville we saw yet another girl giving a strip tease on top of a truck in a parking lot.) I guess they could have been any type of girl you would see on the street. WHO KNOWS- your best friend or the girl sitting next to you right now might be an exotic stripper. I'd advise everyone though to avoid asking strangers if they are strippers.

I'm not sure how someone would feel to just get up on stage and dance naked for guys. Maybe empowering because one holds so much sexual power over men, maybe a type of love because of the smiles and eye contact they give you as they sway on stage. Maybe they feel nothing or have lost that once feeling of shame because it's a routine now and only another job to make some cash.

I probably should have hunted down a stripper in the club and sat down to talk with them. That would have been interesting except the club was really a small rectangular room with really loud music and I was with friends so I would have looked odd.

"WOOOO hey man, you were talking with the STRIPPER!" (drunken swaying and laughter.)

But I enjoy now going into new places, talking with interesting people who SHOW themselves as interesting. I personally seek to find all of good, all the truth out of every situation.

I want to experience all things- let my being be rapped around it, no matter how much taboo surrounds it.

Yah, the cute blonde got my dollar and she gave me a smile (with a naked hug), what can I say, I'm a sucker.

On Jan 1st I'll be starting "This Book Will Change Your Life." Check it out, it's really liberating.

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