sigelphoenix

So. Last night at zinjadu's birthday party, she had a male stripper (courtesy of the lovely lunapome). It was ... an experience. I don't know if it's an experience I necessarily needed in my life, but, uh, it's an experience and I had it. XD "Have a stranger in a thong sit on my lap and make me smack his ass" is now off of my list of things to do before I die (in case for some reason it was ever on there).

Anyway. More interesting to my nerdy brain than the embarrassingly up-close-and-personal aspect of the show was the fact that it was the closest encounter I've had with a sex worker. (I'm not sure if a man parading around in a thong should be classified as sex work any more than female models lounging around in lingerie, but in any case I don't know any sex workers personally - at least, none who have shared as much with me - so this is the closest I've come to someone who fits the category.)

( Thinking about expectations, boundaries, and gender differences )