My first time at the gay strip club in New Orleans proved to be an eye opening experience I live for experiences such as this to feed my appetite for understanding humanity. After that first visit, I’d made a new friend, Chase the young muscles with the bold moves on the bar. He is a native New Yorker and was quite new to the stripping scene in Nola. He’d met a wealthy Gay man who flew him down for a holiday, as Chase isn’t gay, his benefactor flew back to New York without him when he didn’t give in to his sexual advances. Life can be fickle sometimes but he rolled with the punches and started making the most of his time in Nola. We kept in touch even after my holiday ended and before I knew it I was on another flight back down to the hedonistic city on the Mississippi. Continue reading
After dinner one night, Liv and I were sitting at the bar having wine when we were approached by a pair of gay guys. After some conversation and a few drunk group photos, one of them asks, “Y’all girls wanna see some cock tonight?” (in that charming southern drawl) and we were invited to join them at a gay strip club in the French Quarter.
Liv and I looked at each other with the “Fuck yeah” looks in our eyes. Neither of us has ever been to a male strip club before and were never the types to decline the chance to openly perve on some eye candy so we settled our bill and jumped in an Uber.