No More Swinging Dicks
SNAPSHOTS: When I was in Fort Lauderdale on a year-end vacation in 2014, a friend and I decided to stop by Swinging Richards, the Pompano Beach spinoff of an Atlanta institution. The Swinging Richards we visited was a large, fairly upscale-looking nightclub situated in a desolate warehouse district to avoid prying eyes. Inside, the club offered a nightly-changing array of handsome, buff male dancers who stripped completely naked, while pole dancing for a largely gay male clientele. And, even though it was the night before New Year’s Eve, the club was packed.
Patrons could pay extra for a private lap dance with the dancer of their choice in an area at the far end of the club. I didn’t partake of this activity, but I surreptitiously flouted the club’s rules against taking photos of the dancers and snapped a couple of pics of them in action.
The Fort Lauderdale club closed in 2015, and recently, I ran across a headline in Queerty, the gay news blog, informing me that “Unpaid dancers sue Atlanta’s stripper bar Swinging Richards into bankruptcy.” Management had apparently been underpaying its strippers for years and recently lost a court case on the merits. It seems those fabled dicks are fated to stop swinging soon.
You can read more about it here https://www.queerty.com/unpaid-dancers-sue-atlantas-nude-stripper-bar-swinging-richards-bankruptcy-20190510
A good friend once told me, “Never trust a married man. Just by being involved with you, lying is part of who he is.”
It was like being naked and shot at by a firing squad. The year is 2010 and I am in court, battling for the custody of my three-and-a-half-year-old daughter. I’m standing there next to my attorney, Susan Daley. I am dressed in all white. Simple yet elegant. I want the judge to see me. My face. My eyes. My soul.
If you or anyone you know will be in Tel Aviv this coming Monday, please come to the “meet-up” BAMMER.co hosted by co-founder Mike Balaban at that city’s only remaining gay bar, Sphagat (it’s such a gay friendly city that LGBTQers now feel welcome in almost every bar).
Istanbul/Berlin, 2008-2019 – I don’t have a fond memory of the first time I had sex with another man. One night in 2008, hornier than ever, I took a chance and propositioned a taxi driver who I regularly called to take me home from work, after I’d noticed him checking out my butt and crotch for the umpteenth time. He was willing, but drove us more than 200 kilometers outside of Istanbul, so that no one either of us knew might witness our liaison. I expected a romantic interlude, but he just wanted to get off. What a letdown
Welcome to my world! I’m Nigerian, 33, Christian born and bred in the city of Lagos, where life is comfortable, at least for the rich or average straight person. My parents were not rich, but we five kids were given the best in life, in terms of education, food, and shelter.I didn’t lack for anything…except LOVE.