Yes I am. I just pretend to want Tom Daley’s ass.
There was one the hottest dudes I’ve seen — a TEN. I kept eyeing him but pretty sure he was straight. When the weird homeless looking man sitting next to me walked out to get a sleeping bag (others were side eyeing as well), I went for a bathroom break and to get some coffee. Since said homeless looking man deserted me, I then sat two seats down from the hot boy (missy feat. eve, nas, someone else), so we could at least hold hands during the prayer. I was hoping he’d stick around outside afterwards but bolted instead. So that’s when I went to a strip club.
I just woke up and am thinking “I SERIOUSLY went to a strip club last night!?!?!!?!” At least I got the DJ to play “Body Party” but wow — what an experience. That was the first time I ever had naked women rubbing on me for no reason.
I went to a female strip club for the first time in my life tonight. As soon as I went to the ATM, a naked black woman, who looked kinda like Grace Jones, was rubbing all over me. I then made “friends” with another black girl, Asia, and she gave me a lap dance. I warned her I wouldn’t get a boner bc I’m gay. “You are nooooot.” Oh yes I am. We sat and chatted about Future and Ciara and Rick Ross. Every other song played was Lil Wayne. I tried to get some Future on but all the DJ had was “Honest.” No. So then I requested “Body Party” and my good friend Asia danced to that. I tipped a pile of ones into her thong and spanked her ass. The bartender, a very pretty Latino girl, said “neither your nor I belong here.”
Caveat: Skrippas ask “buy me a drank?” constantly.
I’m boring; everything else was an act.