This was in the 1990s. If it had been a gay bar, I would have heard stories of it. Hangar Club was across the street from a "regular" strip club (Michelle's), so perhaps there was common ownership. I just looked it up on the web...it's now a pool hall. I used to be on a dart league in northern Virginia, and for some reason Michelle's (in Maryland) was on our circuit. And "No," there were no live shows during the middle of the week. Trying to go thirty miles on a weeknight in DC traffic is a form of punishment I wouldn't wish on my worse enemy. I got no idea why they were on our schedule...we were always late. The same applied when they came to our place. The weirdest place was at a team (The Peking Dumpsters) sponsored by a Chinese restaurant. The boards were in the back hallway where the servers brought out the food and the busboys took back the dirty dishes. I gotta laugh at it. "Excuse. So sorry." All night long. Some dart teams were in some crazy spots. At least when I bowled, we stayed in one spot where you didn't have to guess what the food was gonna be like...it always sucked. Back on topic: If the women on bowling teams dressed for each other, they were setting their sights awfully low. I guess we could have an in-reverse conversation about Michelle's.
male strip joints for women only have been around for long time.. been there done that. However the women acted worse than any man I ever saw with a room full of half naked women.
For eons, men have been led to believe that we are the aggressors when in fact, it is the woman who, by her looks and actions, will draw a number of men from which to choose her mate. A subtle type of aggression but aggression nonetheless seeing how divisive the act can become. (ref. Helen of Troy) Women dressing for women is just a simple matter of one-up-womanship to wit the better “outfitted” female can draw more men from which to choose than her peers. It’s natural and competitive with a ton of vanity thrown in. My most humble opinion of course.
I have never been to either a male or female strip joint and have no desire to see such. I have heard that women watching male strippers get crazy, but that is all hearsay for me. I have always avoided bars and have never even been to a Hooters. In warm weather I enjoy dressings minimal but I do so for comfort and I feel more connected to nature. Let me toss this out for discussion. I submit that wearing a bra is vanity. While some bra wearing is for support, it is mostly for look. I think more women admit this as we age and can go braless at home and don't care how we look and comfort rules over look. Speaking for myself, I have worn most bra styles purely for vanity. It was only in my older age that I found that the ugly high necked racerback crop top bra that smashed my boobs without prejudice, really offered support to my neck and shoulders. I use to put a cupped bandeau underneath it to go out in public. That was pure vanity and a practice I have discontinued. It wasn't necessarily trying to look "sexy" but rather embrace being a female. Now with all the men that think wearing a bra makes them women, I choose to go braless after my workout wearing the high neck crop top bra. I wear just a short sleeve heather gray tee shirt and I am good to go with nothing to show unless I get caught in a downpour. So the psychology behind dressing "sexy" is there isn't any except for the profiteers. Most natural born young women aren't plotting a sex conspiracy, just enjoying being real women. Some women could wear a feed sack and appear sexy. As I said in an earlier post, sexy is all in the eyes of the male beholder. The day is quickly approaching's when unisex clothing will take over and natural born males and females will dress the same and the trans folks will blend in. Think about that guys and you will be begging for the natural born female to wear form fitting clothes. Can we see a show of hands on who finds the guy trans gal model on the cover of Sports Illustrated wearing a bikini sexy?
There you go Bobby getting all bibley on us. Painting the female as the temptress. When I met my husband I was covered in cow shit, my hair sweaty and oily, and looked like many a working ranch woman does at a cattle sale. He said he fell in love with me instantly even after I called him a disparaging name for being slack with the gate and overusing the electric prod. Also he proposed to me after getting me on the tilt a whirl at the county fair and getting me dizzy and vomiting all over the crowd before the operator could get it stopped. Once I got centered again and my mouth washed out and my face cleaned, he proposed. I guess that kind of country sexy makes me a temptress or maybe to the costumed urban rodeo fan, a buckle bunny.
We used to have a male strip club for women in our town here. Very popular from what I heard. It even has a Facebook page about it. https://www.facebook.com/groups/300566122470/
On a company trip to LA about 30 years ago, we went to a strip club. I felt a little sad for the gal on stage who didn't look like she was having a good time and was probably wondering how it was that she ended up doing that for a living. There was one uber-gorgeous gal waiting tables and my guess was she was making a buck however she could before being discovered by a movie mogul.
I don't believe that the majority of women "dress sexy." I also don't believe that we dress for other women. I dress to suit myself and I always have. I don't care for flashy or "sexy" clothing since most of it is uncomfortable to wear and feels silly like one is trying too hard. I was fully clothed in office attire when I met my husband so I guess that was good enough for him, too. Entertainers are a different story; it furthers their careers to look sexy or so it seems. Personally I don't see anything sexy about fake boobs, scary white teeth, butt implants, hair extensions, etc., but to each her own.
Yup. They are not happy places. Nor it is sexy. And it seems that only one or two guys are really into it, while coworkers somehow end up getting drug along. On a lower-key note, when I managed a Hess gas station, they held the annual managers' meeting at a Playboy Club in New Jersey. It's kind of the same thing...just kinda silly.
Two chigger bites do not require a bra. Two 3-4 lb watermelons with wung hung low thrown in need more than fancy lace just say'en
I came here thinking I might be able to give tips, but I see you're talking about women dressing sexy. I haven't tried that yet.
Ouch! That Texas reference hurts girl, but since it is fact I won't quarrel with you. I hadn't heard that since I spent a few months at age 14 with my backwoods East Texas aunt.