A mainstay in my life over the last several years has been my relationship with a couple of women who are seemingly polar opposites yet very much the same. One is a stripper named Amanda and the other is a church lady named Kathleen. Both are in their mid thirties.
Kathleen
Kathleen is one of those pampered women who grew up without want and married a successful business man. She occupies her time volunteering for and organizing charity efforts mostly by marshalling the resources of her church and the efforts of its members. Everything she does seems to have a religious overtone to it.
We met rather oddly. There was this anti-abortion group at the county fair. I stopped to heckle them which turned into an impromptu debate between me and perhaps a dozen of them. I held my own, even gaining applause from the assembling crowd. Throughout it all was this woman, Kathleen, who even though amongst the anti-abortionists was giving me admiring, at times flirting eyes.
Being that she was married and such a religious zealot I didn’t think much of it when she invited me to join her at her weekly dinner for poor and homeless people at a local community center. After it was over and I was picking up chairs and putting them in racks, she came over and was saying something about me being strong and athletic and handsome and that I had a wonderful smile…, blah, blah, blah. Clearly she was playing up to me - which I guess she was doing from the beginning. We ended the night with a rather erotic hug and just a sampling of a kiss. Thus began our little affair.
Once, when I was with her, this guy started preaching to me. In response I gave him my “the absurdity of the concept of a god” argument. As I spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. It was as if the realization of my absolute disbelief in the god concept was breaking her heart. I didn’t see her for months afterwards. When I came back around there were no apologies, just “I missed you” and “good to see you again” talk – on both sides. We no longer talk about religion.
Amanda
Amanda’s father died when she was still an infant and her mother pregnant with her sister. This led to her having a series of temporary “daddies”. Men who her mother could get to support her and her daughters. Some of whom Amanda claims molested her.
She quit school when she was 15 and after a series of minimum wage, dead end jobs got her GED. This only led to her going through another series of equally dreadful employment until she discovered the financial rewards that can be made by stripping. Even though she sometimes earns large sums of money she doesn’t handle it very well and often struggles to pay for her most basic expenses.
Several years ago I had just moved to where I now live. After settling in I wanted to go out socializing but knew really no one. On my daily trips I passed this strip club. Great, I thought, a place where even if I didn’t know anyone, someone would be friendly towards me. It had a nice laid back feel to it, more like a friendly neighborhood bar than a strip club. I was an instant hit with the girls and over the next few months I got to know most of them. Some would tell me that they and the others would talk about me in the dressing room, comparing notes.
There was one girl, Amanda. When I first saw her she was wearing a rather skimpy ****tail dress with Dr. Marten boots and had a tough punk-like attitude. When we sat down together there was comfort between us, an easy communication, seeing things similarly, all added up to us becoming friends.
After stopping by for once a week most weeks for a couple of months she was telling me something about that usually when a guy comes in regularly that he usually gets a private dance with his favorite girl. She could have been fishing for a private dance, which I never do, but I noticed how she seemed to emphasize “his favorite girl.” So I asked her, “Don’t you think that you’re my favorite?” She came back with, a drawn out “maybe” while twisting in a innocent kind of way.
By now I seemed to think about her time quite often. When I went to see her again I gave her a picture of a flower which I had drawn. She got real excited over the picture and wanted me to show her more of my “stuff”, as she put it, which she kept repeating because, she says, it was making me blush.
A couple of days later we met up for a late lunch. Afterwards I took her back to my studio. She was very impressed to say the least. Between that, all the flirting that we had been doing, and I’m sure that herb that we’d been smoking contributed and soon enough, we were on the floor, as lovers.
The Similarities
Once, I asked Amanda how she saw her job, what she thought she was doing, beyond just the obvious. She told me that she was like the hostess at a party and that it was her job to make sure that everyone was having a good time and left with a smile on their face. She’d say that many of her customers were just lonely guys looking for a little female companionship. That she was that female who was going to put a smile on their face.
I once read this book; I don’t recall what it was called. It was this story about a woman who, throughout her twenties, worked at a dance club in the 1920’s and into the 1930’s. Lonely men would go into where she worked and, for a price, she would sit and talk with them, and dance with them. It was a world of lonely men with money to spend spending time with younger women in need of that money. There have been times when I’ve been in strip clubs and it has occurred to me that strip clubs have replaced the old dance clubs.
Watching Kathleen “socializing” with those who come to her weekly dinners, I often see what she does with some of those men as very much the same as what Amanda does with her customers. It was quite striking, these often older, alcoholic men with almost no positive prospects for their future. Their reactions to, the way they looked at her were very mush as some of those men reacted to Amanda. For her part Kathleen projects that same hostess of the party making sure everyone is having a good time that Amanda does.
Watching them both I can see that they really enjoy doing what they do.
I have a similar relationship with each. Our relationships have been sporadic yet enduring. It is not unusual to go for a few months with out seeing one or the other and upon reuniting, easily pick up where we left off.
The Differences
I like both Kathleen and Amanda quite a bit, yet I often find myself preferring Amanda, mostly because I like her friends quite a bit more. Kathleen’s friends talk too much about god and are so hypocritical. Recently one of her friends was going on about how we’re all God’s children and we should love everyone, blah, blah… Then within half an hour was complaining about how we (white people) are being overtaken by minorities.
Amanda and the other strippers who are highly irreligious have been consistently much more accepting of other’s differences than have the good Christian church ladies. Plus, you know, strippers have much better parties than do the church ladies.
Hugs
When I hang out with women like Amanda and Kathleen, I’m not always so sure if they like me or are they just them putting on the act that they put on for everyone else. I asked Amanda once, if I really was special to her or was I just another one of her “friends”. She cried, claiming that she was hurt that I could even ask such a thing.
I always think that most women I meet like me but just to be sure I watch and compare as to how they act towards others compared to me. Both of these women come into contact with and hug a lot of different men. Yet, when I look as to how they hug, I see that with most, they hug in such a way as to minimize physical contact. A couple of days ago I went to give Kathleen a goodbye hug and she grabbed me rather tightly and with moans and little whispered words, she shook her stomach and ground up against me.
Kathleen
Kathleen is one of those pampered women who grew up without want and married a successful business man. She occupies her time volunteering for and organizing charity efforts mostly by marshalling the resources of her church and the efforts of its members. Everything she does seems to have a religious overtone to it.
We met rather oddly. There was this anti-abortion group at the county fair. I stopped to heckle them which turned into an impromptu debate between me and perhaps a dozen of them. I held my own, even gaining applause from the assembling crowd. Throughout it all was this woman, Kathleen, who even though amongst the anti-abortionists was giving me admiring, at times flirting eyes.
Being that she was married and such a religious zealot I didn’t think much of it when she invited me to join her at her weekly dinner for poor and homeless people at a local community center. After it was over and I was picking up chairs and putting them in racks, she came over and was saying something about me being strong and athletic and handsome and that I had a wonderful smile…, blah, blah, blah. Clearly she was playing up to me - which I guess she was doing from the beginning. We ended the night with a rather erotic hug and just a sampling of a kiss. Thus began our little affair.
Once, when I was with her, this guy started preaching to me. In response I gave him my “the absurdity of the concept of a god” argument. As I spoke, tears welled up in her eyes. It was as if the realization of my absolute disbelief in the god concept was breaking her heart. I didn’t see her for months afterwards. When I came back around there were no apologies, just “I missed you” and “good to see you again” talk – on both sides. We no longer talk about religion.
Amanda
Amanda’s father died when she was still an infant and her mother pregnant with her sister. This led to her having a series of temporary “daddies”. Men who her mother could get to support her and her daughters. Some of whom Amanda claims molested her.
She quit school when she was 15 and after a series of minimum wage, dead end jobs got her GED. This only led to her going through another series of equally dreadful employment until she discovered the financial rewards that can be made by stripping. Even though she sometimes earns large sums of money she doesn’t handle it very well and often struggles to pay for her most basic expenses.
Several years ago I had just moved to where I now live. After settling in I wanted to go out socializing but knew really no one. On my daily trips I passed this strip club. Great, I thought, a place where even if I didn’t know anyone, someone would be friendly towards me. It had a nice laid back feel to it, more like a friendly neighborhood bar than a strip club. I was an instant hit with the girls and over the next few months I got to know most of them. Some would tell me that they and the others would talk about me in the dressing room, comparing notes.
There was one girl, Amanda. When I first saw her she was wearing a rather skimpy ****tail dress with Dr. Marten boots and had a tough punk-like attitude. When we sat down together there was comfort between us, an easy communication, seeing things similarly, all added up to us becoming friends.
After stopping by for once a week most weeks for a couple of months she was telling me something about that usually when a guy comes in regularly that he usually gets a private dance with his favorite girl. She could have been fishing for a private dance, which I never do, but I noticed how she seemed to emphasize “his favorite girl.” So I asked her, “Don’t you think that you’re my favorite?” She came back with, a drawn out “maybe” while twisting in a innocent kind of way.
By now I seemed to think about her time quite often. When I went to see her again I gave her a picture of a flower which I had drawn. She got real excited over the picture and wanted me to show her more of my “stuff”, as she put it, which she kept repeating because, she says, it was making me blush.
A couple of days later we met up for a late lunch. Afterwards I took her back to my studio. She was very impressed to say the least. Between that, all the flirting that we had been doing, and I’m sure that herb that we’d been smoking contributed and soon enough, we were on the floor, as lovers.
The Similarities
Once, I asked Amanda how she saw her job, what she thought she was doing, beyond just the obvious. She told me that she was like the hostess at a party and that it was her job to make sure that everyone was having a good time and left with a smile on their face. She’d say that many of her customers were just lonely guys looking for a little female companionship. That she was that female who was going to put a smile on their face.
I once read this book; I don’t recall what it was called. It was this story about a woman who, throughout her twenties, worked at a dance club in the 1920’s and into the 1930’s. Lonely men would go into where she worked and, for a price, she would sit and talk with them, and dance with them. It was a world of lonely men with money to spend spending time with younger women in need of that money. There have been times when I’ve been in strip clubs and it has occurred to me that strip clubs have replaced the old dance clubs.
Watching Kathleen “socializing” with those who come to her weekly dinners, I often see what she does with some of those men as very much the same as what Amanda does with her customers. It was quite striking, these often older, alcoholic men with almost no positive prospects for their future. Their reactions to, the way they looked at her were very mush as some of those men reacted to Amanda. For her part Kathleen projects that same hostess of the party making sure everyone is having a good time that Amanda does.
Watching them both I can see that they really enjoy doing what they do.
I have a similar relationship with each. Our relationships have been sporadic yet enduring. It is not unusual to go for a few months with out seeing one or the other and upon reuniting, easily pick up where we left off.
The Differences
I like both Kathleen and Amanda quite a bit, yet I often find myself preferring Amanda, mostly because I like her friends quite a bit more. Kathleen’s friends talk too much about god and are so hypocritical. Recently one of her friends was going on about how we’re all God’s children and we should love everyone, blah, blah… Then within half an hour was complaining about how we (white people) are being overtaken by minorities.
Amanda and the other strippers who are highly irreligious have been consistently much more accepting of other’s differences than have the good Christian church ladies. Plus, you know, strippers have much better parties than do the church ladies.
Hugs
When I hang out with women like Amanda and Kathleen, I’m not always so sure if they like me or are they just them putting on the act that they put on for everyone else. I asked Amanda once, if I really was special to her or was I just another one of her “friends”. She cried, claiming that she was hurt that I could even ask such a thing.
I always think that most women I meet like me but just to be sure I watch and compare as to how they act towards others compared to me. Both of these women come into contact with and hug a lot of different men. Yet, when I look as to how they hug, I see that with most, they hug in such a way as to minimize physical contact. A couple of days ago I went to give Kathleen a goodbye hug and she grabbed me rather tightly and with moans and little whispered words, she shook her stomach and ground up against me.
