But unless they are the rattiest dives filled with menace and despair, I don’t really like strip clubs. I like it when everyone involved knows business transactions are taking place and that no one is meeting anyone’s mom. That said, I admire strippers, their hardworking ways, their hydrant-cracking thighs, and their single-minded (as well as single mother) mercenary nature.
More than anything, I like the way strippers and strip clubs tend to smell. It’s sweat, flecks of glitter, some low pile carpeting, and this delicious melon concoction that makes me want to listen to Warrant.
While many porn performers visit strip clubs as feature dancers, and while numerous porn stars came to their current jobs through being “house girls” at clubs around the country, the stripper/porn performer line at the Adult Entertainment Expo is distinct, and I saw little fraternizing between the two disciplines.
I spoke with Ava of Sapphire, the World’s Largest Gentlemen’s Club, as she handed out coupons at the Expo. We talked about the olfactory array she preferred as well as her reaction the first time she ground a leg a little too effectively.
Ava says “Thank you” in a way that made me feel like I was just another wad of twenties to her. Still, the information was necessary for my research, and I can’t wait until they open a peeler bar on Mos Eisley.