From: abnormal@best.com (AbNormal)
Subject: [ASSC] AFTSD Just one of those years
Date: Tue, 02 Dec 1997 02:20:01 -0800



There are years that are good years and years that are bad years. My 12th

year, for instance, sucked. So did 13 through 16 for that matter. But 18

was good. 22 through 24 were good. My 25th year was an educational year. I

learned what I needed to do to become an adult. I finally felt like I

wasn't a kid anymore.



This past year, my 26th has been mixed. Tending toward the bad. As far as

being an adult, I failed. I broke a heart. I lost a job. I got very

depressed. At different times in the year, of course. I found love, only to

have it slip away. On the good side, I had fun this year. I neglected my

adult responsibilities in favor of waking up late, spending my days with a

pretty girl, and going to strip clubs. I have great memories from this

year. 



This past year I got to know dancers as people. Mainly because I dated Miss

Molly. Once girls heard we were dating, I was okay to talk to. It was

around that point that they stopped asking me for lap dances too. I stopped

getting hustled and girls just talked to me. "So how are you two lovebirds

doing?" "You two are soo cute together." "I'm so glad you two are dating."

I stopped being Tony and started being Molly's boyfriend.



ALS is right. It's not easy to date a stripper. I got used to having her

cry in my arms. All her emotions were turned up to 110%. She came home

spent at the end of the night. Drained emotionally from being "The Great

Miss Molly." It took tons of patience to deal with stripper shit. And when

it was bad, it was pretty tough.



Luckily, it was mostly good though. We gave up enough of who we were that

we fit perfectly together. Outstanding sex, tenderness, caring, compassion,

love, burning passion. They were all there. My lack of regard for being an

adult made it easier too.



It's easy to date a stripper when you go to bed at 5 in the morning and

wake up at noon. It's easy to romance a girl when you can spend all your

time with her. It's easy to stay passionate when she lives with you. It's

easy to have fun together when you work for the club owners. It's easy to

have fun when you live that way. It's easy to get caught up in the fun.



I was secretly proud that I was dating her. Guys wondered "What's he got?"

Dancers came up to me and hugged hello. Everyone wanted her and I had her.

And she actually wanted to be with me. Noone else got to see the real her.

I got to see behind the facade. And once she showed me, other girls let me

see who they were too. It's a total power trip. It made me feel somehow

better, more in the know, than the other guys in the room. I could sit with

dancers and make fun of people with impunity. I knew who did what behind

the curtain and how much they spent for it. Who liked to be spanked, who

liked to talk dirty, who didn't. There were no secrets I wasn't privy too.

I learned strippers real names, addresses, phone numbers. I was in on all

the gossip. What dancers sucked dick, which were married, which had 3 kids,

which did drugs. It became my normal life. Being part of the tremendous

drama in the lives of dancers.



Because of it all I'm no closer to being responsible or grown up. I did

learn a lot about people though. And I have some outrageous memories and

stories. It doesn't seem like such a bad year afterall.