Last Sunday I skipped the NFL's afternoon games to head to VIP Club, New York's newest strip club. On Sundays, they kick the chicks and the straight guys out and it's all Mens Mens Mens!
It's Manhattan's return of male strippers since the Gaiety closed down last year.
I love me some hot naked men, as much as any gay man. But it's only been the strip club I went to in D.C. two years ago that really got me going. They had several men stripping at various spots in the bar, you could interact with them (though I think touching was out of the question), and best of all, it was like a bar. People were talking to one another, standing around watching what was going on. It was the perfect titillating strip-club experience. Unfortunately, the unofficial gay redlight district is all but extinct.
I'm not a big fan of the strip clubs in Montreal (though Brandon from Stock, left, could get my $20 for a lapdance). I've been a few times now, and I just don't like the format. One guy comes out at a time and dances for five minutes while everyone else sits in their chair, maybe chatting with a friend but interacting with other people very little. The entire focus is what's happening on stage; and if the guy isn't particularly hot or dances like Whitney Houston, you're kind of bored for five minutes.
That's the way VIP Club is - with a stage and one guy coming out at a time. But, it was better. The chairs are all pressed up against the stage, and people were interacting a lot. The strippers really worked the crowd, singling people out. And there was a bar area where people were congregating and talking. Plus, and this is a big bonus over Montreal, the strippers who weren't on stage were all walking amongst the patrons in their underwear or speedos. Very hot.
The big problem with any strip club in Manhattan is that strippers can't take their underwear off if there's alcohol being served. Lame, lame, lame. This city turns its back on drug abuse and public sex, but a stripper on a stage can't show us his goods.
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