nakedsuperhero

I've come to the conclusion that I am in love with strippers. And I dont mean the love a man feels for a bunny or a fine wine. I mean that if anyone can love a thing wholeheartedly and without remorse, to want to worship someone because they do what they do so well, well, you get what I'm sayin.

I went to the Gold Club in Hartford tonight and there was a girl there that made me wish I was dating/married to a stripper. I sat in awe as she did things on and off the pole that defied both gravity and logic.

It was intended as a night of fun, taking one of my neighbors (female) who had never been, and despite her awkwardness being straight and all and not knowing where to look, I never feel out of place. I talk to the girls, laugh, have fun, and yeah, take in the goods a little too.

But this one girl was so breathtaking my friends melted into the background, the techno pumped in my veins and I could only think of one thing; my love of sex, the act, the nudity, the beauty of what a person can do alone on a stage with just their body, is not only amazing, its something that I need to express more openly.

My only conclussion? I need to date a stripper. Rather than be one of those "jealous arm-crossed boyfriends" smoldering in the corner of the bar as my girl throws her shit all over some guy with a few folded dollars, I think I'd be cool with it.

There is nothing less attractive than a self-confident naked woman willing to bear it all, and still human enough to lean forward and say hello as I sneak a peek here and there.

So ladies, I implore you, if you got it, flaunt it. Life's too short for us all not to have a little stripper in us. And if YOU happen to be a stripper in the greater Hartford area and want a lot of Irishman in you, well, that's topic for another journal entry...