Why Do All My Dreams Revolve around Selling Sex?

So, I had this dream that I went to a strip club and it was butt ugly.  Like everything could have been nice looking, but it was all teal and hot pink.  And I was trying to explain to the manager that, if only he’d paint everything a different color, the joint could look rather classy.

And he got pissed off and gave me the strip club.

So, I owned a strip club.  My strippers were NM, Jaime Pressley, and that chick who married Peter Brady.  And I had two hot biker bouncers.  And Stacey Keibler.  And I had just three rules that the girls had to follow: 1.  They had to be on stage when they were supposed to be on stage.  2.  They had to take their bras off before their panties. and 3.  If they were not going to strip, but just come out totally nude, they had to do some classical ballet dance.  I’m not sure why.

Anyway, I was open for a grand total of “Put NM on stage, introduce her.  Put Stacey Keibler on stage, introduce her…” before I had to fire Peter Brady’s wife.

14 thoughts on “Why Do All My Dreams Revolve around Selling Sex?

  1. Oh, that. That’s because you’re about to sit out. So you’re doing a bunch of soul searching and self-examination, or at least you’re trying to prepare yourself to do so by getting into the right state of mind. But you haven’t been paying much attention to your dreams (which is why you think you haven’t been dreaming; you’re not remembering them). So your subconscious is having to jump up and down, wave its arms, and scream at you (this is metaphorical, of course) to get your attention to something it thinks you’re ignoring. I bet if you start to concentrate on remembering/recording your dreams for a few days, they’ll start getting a lot more focussed and less spectacular.

  2. My first thought was that if they were going to avoid the stripping part of the show and just come out nude, you were making them do ballet so they couldn’t be so lazy. One way or another, they were going to have to perform.

  3. Barthes has this theory about how stripping actually makes the body natural rather than exotic. Like, strippers come out with all this crazy make-up and do some kind of crazy dance, and the form calls attention to the fakeness of it, so becoming nude is less of a big reveal than a “whew, thank goodness there’s a real body under there.”
    Maybe you make your nude strippers do ballet so that there’s enough formalism to create a dichotomy.

  4. I once saw a TV news magazine episode where they interspersed footage of men at a strip joint with women at another strip joint. As the men sat and stared at the female dancers, they looked like a cross between chastised dogs and preying cats; they were incredibly focused, but silent and practically immobile (except for their beer arms). The women were off the hook crazy. They screamed, danced, and grabbed at the male dancers as though beefcake was Sunday morning manna.

    I’m sort of wondering if that portrayal was anything close to reality. Can any of you ladies comment on that?

  5. Oh, I can!


    Well, I’m not much of a strip-club goer but I did spend one memorable bachelorette party in a co-ed strip club. I should point out, though, that the different atmospheres were in part created by the performance itself… the male strippers got their female spectactors riled up on purpose. They burlesqued in costumes and campy music. They danced down into the audience and grabbed the women. Plenty of women were grabbing back, to be sure, but one stripper picked my legs and mimed a wheelbarrow position on me without so much as a by-your-leave. So you see, even in this context there’s still some vestigial man-conquers-woman narrative.

    Anyway, upstairs there were no costumes and no touching. The female strippers posed on poles with varying degrees of dexterity and the spectators (male and female) just sat and spectated. Well, and drunkenly discussed gender theory in some cases.

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