Women Losing Their Shnitz Over Male Strippers
First let me start this off by saying I am, in no way, shape or form, a prude. I know. The fact that I have to say so already makes you wonder, but well, I think it kinda matters here.
As a Latina, I was raised like most Latina girls are by their old-school abuelitas. Though we were not encouraged to be promiscuous, we were encouraged to be sexual. We were taught, at a very young age, in ways that were sometimes discreet, sometimes not, what it takes to get a man, and then, most importantly, keep one. As women who experienced lives with serial cheaters, the women in my family developed ways to use their bodies and sexuality as pay back, as reward, and as reminders of how good things were at home. Their daughters were told of ways to get a man’s attention and desire, but also the balance of the same to maintain dignity and respect.
Though premarital sex was never a consideration (Ay Virgencita! God forbid! The scandal!), by the time most of us did have sex, we sort of knew, at least in theory, what the drill was.
Pause here to note these are generalizations and not a definition of all Latinas and how they were raised – but rather how I was raised.
Now, I did of course learn that a good man, a decent man, is not one that a woman can manipulate with the skill of her vagina, but one that she can learn to respect and honor and be friends with and trust, with sex being but just another level of intimacy between the two of them.
That being said, though I liked sex when I first had it, and still do, and though I like the sight of an attractive man, and in my dating years was very much on the prowl for the next hot body, I just never found it in me to lose my shnitz over male strippers.
The release of "Magic Mike" does nothing for me but remind me of the times I would go to male strip shows for birthdays or bachelorette parties, and stand on the side of the stage while grown ass women, often twice my age, screamed their heads off like they ain’t…ahem…I mean, they’ve never seen a man without his shirt on.
And this is all in good fun, right? Maybe it’s been a while. Sexual deprivation can do things to a woman’s state of mind and ability to compose herself in certain situations – I get it. But when that hot stripper gets off the stage and starts sticking his tongue in 50 other women, why, oh dear sister WHY, would you let him do the same to you??
(Takes a moment to hold back the sick feeling in her stomach)
Some female behavior around stripping men makes me wonder if they ever had an abuelita in their life to talk to them about sex and maybe tone down the sense of crazy desperation I see in women at these places.
I laugh at all of this really, because we woman get all high and mighty when the roles are reversed. Feminists’ heads explode and Conservatives want to dial in God for mercy when it is females who are stripping for money. When in reality, most of these strippers have more power and control of their sexuality than the women loosing their freaking minds at the mere sight of a man taking his clothes off.
I’m not saying don’t enjoy it, I’m just saying stop acting like you’ve lost your dang mind – it’s just a penis, people. Relax.