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Hi, I’m the Every Day Gay Boy… I realize that I probably in no way really and truly represent the many gay men in America but none the less I am one of them and I'm sharing my thoughts about the gay life and everything else. I hope that in some way small or great I can positively change someone’s day, year or life. Why don't I have a clear face picture? Well what I look like isn't so much a thing I want to share with you all. I would like to maintain a semi-private life. You'll much rather see my chest anyway! So go ahead read on and as my mentor and role model Jerry Springer would say “please be good to yourself and each other”

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

LOVE FOR A DOLLAR AND WHY I DON’T LIKE EXOTIC DANCERS



Ok so its Sunday night and my friend wants to go to the bar and have a drink where there are male dancers on the cube. I like to go from time to time just to look and see some hot guys. Trust me where these boys are dancing there are usually the most disgusting of men hanging out so it's not a place to go and pick up hot guys. There is only one reason to go and that's to see the boys on the box. Well I've been in the lifestyle for some time now. I remember when I would first go out and I was mesmerized and tantalized by the boys on the box and almost every bar that you could go to would have a box and a boy on it. It was fabulous. Well silly me, here I am a newbie, new kid on the block thinking that I could give this man a dollar and he gone love me! Thinking back I could kick myself for being so naive. It's human right, to want to have the boy on the box? After all, they are usually hot and rally built like you can't believe. Luckily in my youth I wasn't too out there particularly when it came to my finances. I would give a few dollars to the boys but not my whole paycheck. I hear that this is a real problem for some households. I mean men would go out and put all their money in the woman's g-string just for a few kicks. I understand the fantasy and all but I have to ask the question when does it get old? When do you realize that you're not going to get the girl or the guy on the box and really do u want to date/do that person? I'm not saying that the exotic dancer is a whore or anything, although they very well could be. Why am I writing about this? I have no idea. Another friend and I argued intensely on this topic in one of the very same bars I went to on Sunday night. We were at the bar and drinking and having a relatively good time and he says why don't you give one of the dancers a dollar. I said I don't give dancers dollars. He went on to ask "why not?" I told him that when I was young and going out I threw countless dollars at dancers. I added that I was young and silly in my thought process and I always hoped that they were into me and ultimately wanted me. He said "what does that have to do with now?" I told him that once I realized that the dancers would say and do anything for that dollar that I was turned off completely. I only know what I've experienced so far, which honestly probably isn't much, but every one of those dancers didn't have a problem with being really nice to you as long as you are putting money in their pocket. Believe me I think that's fine. I think that if you have the body, face and talent to stand on a box and in essence sell yourself then do it! I just don't want to participate in your exploitations. My friend just really didn't understand why I would think this way. Basically I resorted to saying that at the end of the day it was my money and if I didn't feel like giving it away to someone for the mere fact that they were providing, if you will, a service of sorts then that was my choice. Honestly, at this point in my life I don't even like going to those places because of constantly having to see some hot guy run around half naked. I mean what's the point of being "tantalized"? Does anyone know the origins of the word TANTALIZED? In Greek mythology, Tantulus a child of Zeus, was condemned to suffer in a cave where he was knee deep in water and with a fruit tree above. When Tantulus would reach for the fruit on the tree it would pull away from him and when he would kneel to drink from the pool of water it would recede. Talk about suffering to consistently have something very desirable within arm's reach and never be able to touch it or have it. Why would you want that? This is the very reason I don't like exotic dancers. They talk to you, they give the impression that they like you, they say how good you look and so on and so forth but at the end of the night they go home to someone else. I can stay at home with my special someone, when I have one, and get my own exotic show and put dollars in his g-string and screw my brains out. I have no desire to have all that fantasy with no end result. That's the exact same reason I don't like porn. I know perhaps I'm just and odd ball, but at least I know what I like and don't like. I suggest to all those who are spending their money on some intangible product, ie: exotic dancers, save it you'll be better off in the long run.

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