Went to the strip club with my boyfriend. Just want to vent.
I guess I am just feeling a little inadequate, being surrounded by naked ladies that I would never have a chance to even coming close to looking like them.
Imagine getting mogged by a stripper.
When we got home we had really fantastic s*x and I'll admit being at the club turned me on. But there's still a strange, sad feeling deep inside. Jealousy, insecurity, inadequacy, and disdain that establishments like this exist.
For what it's worth, strip clubs make me feel the same way as a man. There's so much that goes into those feelings, like resentment of culture and capitalism and many other things. It's confusing to navigate
I too had experiences involving a relationship with a man and contact with women doing s*x work. I realized that only by brainwashing myself completely I could avoid being affected by seeing the deep inequality between men and women that is delineated on common s*x work. (And this doesn't mean I have anything against the women that do this work, I just realize it's an exploiting and fricked up job like many with added layers of misogyny).
Even calling a whore a whore needs a fricking land acknowledgment baked into it.
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Guarantee she tried the hardest she's ever tried during that s*x
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