So tonight I went to my friend Zack's bachelor party, and I am still experiencing some strong feelings about it. First and foremost, I'm not a fan of strippers. If any of my friends have even the slightest desire to become one, I would beg you not to! It's degrading. It's disgusting. And the money's not even worth it! The girls I saw tonight were on the trampy side. Not much class with either of them but maybe I was expecting too much! I saw first hand the shit that strippers have to put up with from men, and we were a fairly tame crowd! I don't know how they can stand it.
I was also humiliated by one of them and by my friends tonight. As I was receiving a lap dance while laying on the floor, the stripper took off my belt. At the urging of the other guys there, she wrapped it around my neck and tightened it to where it was a little difficult to breathe. One of my friends (he shall remain nameless to protect his identity) told her to command me to bark like a dog. I tried not to at first but my "collar" became tighter the more I resisted. It wasn't until later how humiliating this was for me! I felt subservient! How dare someone make me act like an animal for other people's entertainment! I will NEVER be made to feel like that or be put into that situation again!
The last thing I want to mention before I go to bed tonight is about Vince, Zack's friend. This guy represents all of the things that give guys a bad name. He is the stereotypical male chauvinist. Every time I see him, he's always bragging about the girls he's fucked or the bizarre sexual situations that he's been in. Tonight as he was relating a story about a threesome he had in Indonesia, I called him out on it and told him that he sounded just like one of the Forum letters in Penthouse. Needless to say he didn't like my comment. Then later during the "show," I suggested that we help out one of the guys financially. To this he commented that he had already dropped $100 for the strippers and told me that I owed him some of that plus the tequila shot he bought for us earlier. He said, "So you should be paying me $80 so I don't want to hear about how we need to help out one of our boys!" I wanted to hit him but luckily I didn't. I never paid him, and I doubt he will remember it. I can look at him and be thankful that I'm not like him!