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Rel’s Strip Club List: Lust | Charlotte, NC

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It finally happened. I found a black strip club I didn’t like

Lust | Charlotte, NC
Relampago’s Rating: Star16Star16StarBW16StarBW16StarBW16

Black strip clubs never fail to give me bang for the buck.

But it finally happened. I found a black strip club I didn’t like. I was dumbfounded as I spent a couple of hours at Lust in Charlotte, North Carolina over the weekend, and the girls were as distant and self-absorbed as you’d find a typical white girl strip club. I couldn’t wait to leave.

Don’t get me wrong. Quite a few of the dancers had gorgeous bodies, big but firm asses, nice hips, nice boobs, and pretty faces. There were others who had too many tattoos and pink hair, but I like having a few hood chicks thrown into the mix. Some of them can be very fun to know once you break the ice.

But something was off. The girls didn’t know how to work the room. They just stood around and watched each other dance. A few girls approached me but only gave me the “Do you want to buy a dance?” treatment.

What the hell?

Had I stumbled into a parallel universe? There were beautiful chocolate ladies everywhere but they were either paying more attention to each other or too caught up in a solipsistic daze to realize they have to do something more than admire themselves to earn some cash. Black strip clubs are never like this.

It started when I entered the door and was greeted by a security guard who proceeded to give me the “wand” treatment that TSA is infamous for, and told me to lose my eyedrops (I had some seasonal allergies) and that my phone would also have to go back to my car. I almost left after those requests (after telling him how dumb I thought those policies were) but was just so sure that I’d have a good time I let it slide.

It ended when I decided to leave after only 3 beers.

As far as atmosphere, this club is nice, with classy choices in decor and furniture. But I’d rather spend time in a dive and have a good time than in a club that has nothing to offer but superficial atmosphere.

As a side note, I will say strip clubs in the South do tend to suck. My experiences in Virginia, West Virginia, North Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi, and Florida have all tended to be underwhelming. The Bible Belt culture and Baptist brand of repressed sexuality in these states really sucks the life out of the nightlife.

That said, the very best club I’ve found in the entire country is in Louisiana, a wonderful little hole in the wall called Passion in New Orleans. Other black strip clubs I’ve been to have given me nights to remember, but this night at Lust was one I’d just as soon forget.

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Stories from the Road: Visiting a White Girl Strip Club

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My jarring experience in an American strip club, after spending over a year abroad

Daddy Rabbit’s, Paper Moon and Pure Pleasure | Richmond, VA
Relampago’s Rating: Star16StarBW16StarBW16StarBW16StarBW16

I’m back in The Matrix for a quick visit to family and friends before I return to my haven from Anglo American insanity in the Caribbean. I have some spare time on my hands, so I wander on down to a titty bar the other day in an East Coast city to kick back, relax, throw down a few Yuengling beers and watch some titties and ass bouncing around. You know, typical guy thing.

As usual, because my instincts are honed when it comes to having a good time, I head to the “bad part of town” because that’s where the best strip clubs usually are. I see black chicks walking around outside the stores and restaurants in this neighborhood, so I feel like I’m safe and I’ll be having a good time soon, just as I did days earlier when I stopped off on Downman Road in New Orleans. (If you haven’t had the black strip club experience, you need to.) I manage to end up in a strip club that has nothing but white chicks. It’s about 4 o’clock in the afternoon. I think, fine, I’ll hang out here and see what happens.

Here’s what I remember about the experience.

Being taken out of Latin America by plane and dropped into the middle of Anglo America is culturally like being taked out of a warm, comfy bath and dropped into ice water. As I told a Peruvian guy who I met that day, las chicas aqui son frias, i.e. the women here are ice cold. He completely agreed and we further agreed it was the culture more than anything else.

While talking to him, a couple of white girls came around offering dances and VIP ripoffs to a customers sitting around me. I, of course listened to what they had to say to some guys who were obviously regular customers. As they started talking, what were the topics? Career. (Of course.) Shopping. Eating out. Jobs. What material goods she and her friends have and how she’s plotting her strategy to competitively consume with these people. What she wants to have materialistically.

All the programming via social engineering and the media seems to be still working, untarnished in my absence of over a year.

Other thoughts. It’s the strangest thing for a straight man to see a chick naked in front of him and experience the following:

  1. Thinking how strange the skin color looks (totally white).
  2. Thinking how very little tits and ass these girls have compared to what girls in Latin America have.
  3. Thinking how cold their attitudes were towards me and other customers.
  4. Experiencing a latent feeling of resentment (which I hid with a smile) towards the women, to the point of not wanting to tip them.

I didn’t give them a single $1 bill. I just drank, and looked on, bored really. Maybe it’s because I’ve been getting more ass than a toilet seat over the past few years, but maybe there’s another factor too.

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Las chicas aqui son frias…that’s what I thought as I sat and watched women take off their clothes in Anglo America

Closing Thoughts

I know all women are in strip clubs for cash, but white chicks’ personalities are so frigid and they have so mistreated me as well as most friends and male acquaintances I’ve known throughout my life they’ve become the equivalent of walking bags of protoplasm to me. Asexual, difficult personalities, self-absorbed, too K-selected to be much fun but somehow taking off their clothes for a living. No conversation beyond lame attempts to sell me a dance and extract some money from my wallet. Typical. I know I’m nothing but a walking, talking utility to you but at least try to have a little humanity, girls.

I hang out for a few hours to try and give the place a chance but decide to wander off to another club I saw on Google Maps when I searched strip clubs.

The second place had mostly Latinas and black chicks, and if nothing else I had some interesting conversations with the dancers who were much friendlier and “warmer” people than the white girls in the other club. The mood of the second place wasn’t as “frio” as the other one.

I actually met a Latina (Mexicana) who was originally from California who was very fun to talk to for a couple of hours. Even though I could tell she has been tainted by her experience in a materialistic, male-hating culture, she still retained some of the Old World charm I’ve grown very fond of over the past decade of being in and out of Latin America. Of course, she wanted to sell dances too but at least I got some sort of human interaction from her. Same deal with the black chicks in there.

I tried a third place in town and it ended up being the same as the other two.

That said, I don’t think the fact white chicks are so dull in strip clubs is race as much as it is culture. Anglo culture pedestalizes women and white women are the most coddled and privileged individuals on this entire planet. Having a K-selected behavioral reportoire also means they are more cunning and less caring when it comes to men. All this is of course, my opinion, based on a lifetime of careful observation.

But in an already jarring experience coming back to The Matrix for a visit, the white strip club visit really seemed to confirm how disjointed and mercenary relations between the sexes have become in 21st century America. It was bizarre. I’m not a hard person to talk to or get along with, yet I felt completely out of place in the white strip club and just thinking to myself how did our women become this bad? Have they always been this bad?

Can’t wait to get back on the plane outta here.

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