While driving around boystown doing mag drops, my dancer friends Kirby and Tracey tell me to join them at Cocktail. I didn’t feel like going inside a bar at 6pm, but then Kirby says “The strippers are here!”. I look for parking. There is one fiiiiiiiine ass stripper that makes us all swoon, so I set my erotic laser beams on him. When he joins us I get all shy and Japanese-girl-giggly on him, but I couldn’t help it he was so damn sexy! It turns out he is half Filipino like me (the other half is Dutch), and knows limited words in Tagalog such as “fag”, “I’m going to kill you” and “son of a bitch.” “Good teachers you have!” I enthuse. He agrees to meet us at Madrigals (another male strip club) later that night.
Later on a group of us go to Madrigals sadly learning that they are about to close for good. I bring my new gay friend Stephen from the Generator so he can check it out. The dancers that night are okay, and we are a bored group of onlookers. The funny thing is that while driving home, I pass the liquor store that me and steroid stripper man used to frequent at 8am (see previous blog entries). Just then I see him sprinting across the road with a girl right behind him. I screech-stop the car and call his name. He runs to the car before she does and urgently whispers “Help me get me away from her I can’t stand her help me…” Oh shit it’s that same crazy girl from before! He’s giving me that “please save me” look but I smile and ignore it. She comes running up to the car looking crazed so I diffuse the situation by pretending Stephen is my boyfriend. They go jogging off and Stephen comments that he’s never seen a man so scared of a woman in his life.