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I loved the Follies. On another thread, I posted about the time Joey Stefano performed on a Sunday afternoon and I nailed him in the theater in front of the audience. What I didn't post was how hot it was that day, I was wearing lycra bike shorts with no underwear and was rushing to make the show. I grabbed a can of tuna and quickly ate it in the car on the way to the theater while driving. The can tipped over at some point. Tuna juice got all over my shorts and I know my cock smelled like tuna. Joey Stefano smelled my crotch, gave me a strange look and did not put his nose anywhere near my cock again. Instead he turned around and bent over. (Again, miraculous I remain HIV-negative.) What many reading this might not know is that the Follies had a major fire in 1977, killing nine with four survivors. Rescue crews found one survivor under several dead bodies. It turned out that survivor was a conservative Mississippi congressman. Rep John C Hinson was later arrested for sodomy in a congressional office building men's room. He resigned after that and several year later died of AIDs. I worked part-time in the Rayburn Building at the time of his arrest, while I was in college. It was very well known what was happening in the men's room. Each congressperson had a personal bathroom in his/her private office but the staff was supposed to use the restrooms in the hallway. The chief of staff gave me permission to us the private bathroom in the Congressman's personal office, which was unheard of, because she didn't want the eighteen year old, me, having to fight off the trolls in the men's room. If the Congressman was in a meeting I was supposed to go next door to Rep Pat Shroeder's office, which actually had two private bathrooms.

This actually spotlights an important point the OP should consider when reading posts on this thread. @Sydneysider is correct about the dancers at Stockbar being fresh and they are often buff, and apparently, he values that in dancers. When you read my posts be aware that I like seedier and grittier. (SF Campus, DC Follies and Midtowne Spas dancers pre-Covid - hmm, all of these places are gone!) There is nothing wrong with either viewpoint, but hopefully the OP has some idea which he would prefer and follows the advice offered from that vantage point.

After Remington's moved the men upstairs the private dance area was a large open room in the back with small cubicles that only had partitions that went up two or three feet. Everyone could see you playing with your private dancer and you could see everyone else. I was back there with this pretty hot guy. We were getting very busy and I kinda lost track of the fact that others could see us. He was visibly excited. Very. Next thing i knew there was another dancer in the cubicle with us. As we were reaching the point of no return I looked around and saw we had quite an audience. They applauded as we finished. It turned out the dancer who joined us was from a small town a couple hours outside of Toronto and was deeply in the closet. He wanted in on the action pretty bad. He and I still chat on FB. There was also a gay motel in Key West that had a strip bar with an open room where you would go for a private dance in a big room in the back. There were no walls so everyone could watch you and you could watch everyone. I sometimes stayed there for the night and would get the room closest to the bar. Dancers would come over and one even spent the night with me. Those were great places to go for a first time. I would actually recommend BJs in Atlanta for a first timer. It is not all naked but the guys actually do a lot in the private rooms and they are pretty good at taking the lead and giving a great private experience.

With a nod to the late Paul Harvey, here is the rest of the story... The weight gain continued until I gained 61 lbs in less than one month. Sitting, standing and laying down were problematic. My arms, legs and torso were so swollen that my skin was ripping apart and oozing liquid. I developed wounds that had to be treated. The pressure from the liquid caused heart issues (a PVC) and my kidneys were unable to work properly. The worst: my scrotum swelled to the size of a melon. It hurt and made my shaft pretty much disappear. I just got out of the hospital the day before yesterday after three weeks of getting both diuretics and heart medication dripped intravenously around the clock. The docs said had I not been treated I would have had another heart attack within a few days. We were able to pump out about fifty pounds. so far The PVC disappeared. The wounds are being treated and some are already gone. I am on new meds. Bottom line: The liquid restriction is hard to abide, but the alternative is much worse. There is not much you can do but be vigilant and stick to the restriction, I cannot even begin to tell you how much the swollen scrotum hurts.

I fear this is not a current ad. The ad claims SR will be open beginning Wednesday, June 23. Unfortunately, June 23 is a Thursday this year,

I have to limit my liquid intake and have eliminated most salt. i worked with a dietician who put the focus on what i could eat and drink, not what needed to be eliminated. Because of kidney/potassium issues, whole grains, green leafy vegetables, many fruits, beans, wheat and potatoes are no longer part of my meal mix. I have learned cabbage is incredibly versatile, fish and chicken are good broiled with garlic and grits are great. Oddly, corn is no good but grits are. Most importantly, I get weekly blood and urine tests and measure my "ins and outs" so we can make adjustments on the fly. A couple weeks ago I was dehydrated, so we got rid of the lasix (80 mg/day) and the metolazone (2.5 mg/day) for a bit and I am no longer able to take Tums. Subsequently I gained 30 lbs in two weeks and cannot wear shoes because my feet are so big, se we have added those back.

My doctor suggested I get the shingles vac. I told him i never had the chicken pox and asked if that would matter. He said there was no way I could have reached age 57 without exposure but out of precaution he would run a test first. My mom always said I had a minor case when my sister had chicken pox. The test showed i never had them, so instead of getting the shingles vac I got the chicken pox vac. As for the Covid vac, I have had four jabs. I had a weird infection which was in my body for 20-30 years without detection. By the time it was discovered in 2019, it had caused significant damage to my kidneys, pancreas, eyes, heart and aorta. I spent most of 2019 in the hospital getting treatment. Because it is not found in the US, is only found in 14 countries and usually only impacts children nobody looked for it. it is water-borne and I remember getting splashed on my lip while riding in a locals ferry in indonesia. I got very sick for a few days after that, was in a Bangkok hotel and the staff kept checking on my thinking I was going to die. I consider myself lucky, though, because most people who get the infection as adults have neurological damage if not treated immediately. Despite having endured many spinal taps, MRIs and CAT scans no neurological damage is present.

I forgot about the Chesapeake House. Two college friends worked there to save enough money to spend the summer after Junior year in Amsterdam. They were both the definition of twink. Both are straight, both are now married to women and have families. With all due respect, there is nothing in South Florida that comes close to the DC strip clubs of the eighties. The VIP room at SW in ATL came close but it was too fancy and too Disney-like. And now it is gone. The Campus and Taboo are probably the closest to the old clubs to be found in North America.

Looking over this very short list and having been to all but the NY clubs I now realize why I go to Bangkok/Pattaya, Bali, Prague, Mexico and Montreal so often, or at least did pre-Covid. Bangkok might require a fourteen-hour flight to Japan, Korea or China followed by a seven-hour flight to BKK, but I have gotten good at finding low fares or using points, I can handle long flights and there is no comparison between when you get in the US vs the non-US clubs. (Although the best way to go now is through Qatar - cheaper fare, short layover, great airport for connections and most comfortable economy and coach seats.) I once brought four guys back to the hotel from Tawan in Bangkok and it cost less than a private dance at SR. Not to mention the mamasan now treats me like his old friend. The hotels do not blink an eyelash if you bring guys back. (I was staying in a very upscale branch of a US chain located near Erewan Shrine, not a by the hour place on Khaosan Road,) There is a system where they collect IDs and only give them back after ensuring you have not been robbed or worse when the guy wants to leave. I once was waiting for my cab to the airport at five in the morning in the lobby of an upscale American chain hotel in Pattaya. I watched a very steady parade of both men and women stopping at the front desk to get their IDs back. (The hotel is now part of an Asian chain.) On the flight over I flew from Portland to Korea and Korea to Thailand on planes full of Mormon missionaries about to start their two-year stints. They were on both sides of me and the rows behind us. It turned out they were staying at my hotel in Pattaya for orientation, although there is a Mormon connection there so it was not a huge surprise. I wound up having breakfast with them a couple mornings. My point is the strip club presence is so accepted that it coexists with the Mormon groups. The US needs clubs like that.

I know this answer will not help your present situation, but in the early eighties DC was male strip club nirvana. Texas Drilling and another club on 14th Street were great - just enough sleaze and an anything goes attitude. Men would sit at the bar, a dancer with a hard-on would crouch down and the patron would grab, lick, suck or whatever. At the time 14th Street was nothing but peep shows and prostitutes from Vermont Ave down to almost the White House, There was a very sleazy dancer bar on Connecticut Ave over a KFC location. You would smell the frying chicken when in the bar. There was another place on 23rd just north of P. The Hung Jury was close to the White House, there was another stripper bar on 17th near Annie's and the great places on O SE, where the stadium was built. There was even a place in Georgetown on Wisconsin just north of M, a few doors up from the American Cafe, that featured dancers a couple nights a week. These places were all naked all the time. Many of my college friends, mostly straight guys, would work a couple nights a week for spending cash. Oddly, none of the gay guys did.

I spent six summers at camp in Wayne County. It is pretty up there.

I can tell you with 100% certainty that phone call took place. I know who made the call, from what phone the call was made and how nervous the kid was that the religious institution would figure out who made the call and make the parents reimburse the phone charge. The call wäs discussed by a few gay guys at my ten year high school reunion where one guy gave a piece of information only the caller would have known. Each of us gay men from the Altoona Area High School class of 1982 had at some point been asked if he had made the call. The caller did confirm it was him, told the whole story but asked that the other two not tell his name. I can tell you it was made from a black rotary wall phone in a house of worship and long distance was subsequently blocked from that phone. My family were congregants there.

I lived in ATL from 1986 until recently and practically grew up going to SR from when it first opened in the old Howard Johnsons - that building later became the Mouse House - through the move down the street and that area becoming gentrified. There was one dancer who was there for most of that time and I remember when the guy who now owns Johnson's was a dancer at SR, I do hope it reopens. I went to college in DC and remember the Pier very well. They would have college events on Saturday nights and slip promotional cards under our dorm room doors. Every straight college student in DC would be there. (For the younger set, the drinking age in DC was 18 until Oct 1982, at which time it went up one day at a time for the next three years. We could drink beer or wine only, so bars would use huge black magic markers to draw big black Xs between your thumb and index finger on each hand, We would go to the bathroom, take out the small tube of toothpaste we brought in and scrub off what we called the chicken marks.) I also remember O St quite fondly. I would ride my bike there from the dorm once or twice a week. There would often be political VIPs looking for action, including the head of a well known PAC who seemed to live there. I also love the theater that was next door to the bathhouse, upstairs. I used to go there to see porn stars perform on Sunday afternoons and once met and fucked Joey Stefano in front of an auditorium full of men.

I loved both the Nob Hill and Campus. Although I lived in Atlanta, work would take me to SR frequently and I would usually stay at least one extra night. (Marriott had a deal at the time for people who stayed in their hotels at least 120 nights a year where if you had a paid stay on a Thu, Fri or Sat you could get the next night for free.) After the Campus closed I would stay at the JW Marriott a block away from NH and would often bring dancers back to the hotel with me. I was top tier in the Marriott Rewards program so they would always upgrade me to amazing suites. Many dancers would stay the night and come back the next night because the room was so nice. I did go back into one of the three rooms behind the stage a few times with a few different dancers. One even brought me into the showers after we fucked. Guys were throwing us money through the plexiglass. I also once fooled around with a dancer on the back patio. My fondest memory from there was one day when I was the only audience member so the dancer came over and within seconds sat down on my cock. As for the Campus, I remember a show in the basement that turned into an orgy between the dancer, me and a few other customers. While I messed around with several dancers during shows, this was the only time it was several guys all over each other as opposed to the dancer working one guy at a time. While I went back into the shower room several times, I actually thought the showers did not work because there had never any evidence they had been used. I wound up dating a guy I met while he was dancing there. He had a day job, would dance there a couple nights a week just after work and I would meet him there and we would go to dinner afterwards. I do remember one time I got there and he was in the shower room with a customer. They guy at the door let me in and told me what was going on. I went downstairs and sat outside the shower room waiting for him to be done. When the customer left, I walked into the room and we starting some light making out. He told me that he has just jerked off with the customer but I pointed out that I had already felt the lube in his ass. I didn't care. I knew I was dating a Campus dancer and that he had just earned the money to pay for our dinner. The next dancer then walked in with a customer so my guy and I went upstairs to the dressing room area where we messed around some more, showered and left. We wound up eating at a nice fish restaurant at or near the Klimpton. For many years after that when I was in SF I would bring customers there for business meetings. None of my customers or local salespeople had any idea I wanted to go there to think about the hot Campus dancer.