Lord Ristretto and I are in Las Vegas for a couple months, so he may participate/witness/attend the World Series of Poker, as well as play some games on the side. I'm here because I practically grew up here, and Las Vegas is a second home. "Sin" and all, garish neon and dirty streets, loud drunk people and slutty dressed women, I love it all. I accept it all, and Las Vegas is a magical, brilliant, and the most theatrical place on earth.
Last night we went to the fabulously colored Rio to check out the beginnings of the WSOP. Entering from the parking garage, we were greeted with extremely sexy signs of the Rio's lush buffet and I oooed it, despite that we had just eaten. Lord Ristretto laughed and pointed at the Chippendales' sign right next to it and made a comment that I was, of course, oooing that.
I glanced it at and then brushed it off with my hand and said, "Whatever."
I can accept that I'm a little bit of a lesbian; having dated women and having had girlfriends, I think, definitely qualify me for this label.
But do I have a thing for sexy food? Maybe. But back to Chippendales.
I looked up the show on the Rio website and found an fascinating list of "EXPERT TIPS":
I wonder how this would sound if the sex was different: want to get on stage? Make sure the girls know it! Sounds a little rapey.
Get up close and personal with the girls in the Flirt Lounge after the show: that sounds like prostitution, orgy, possibly drug use and, again, sounds a little rapey. And the "Flirt Lounge" sounds like a condescending euphemism for bordello.
What makes this so different? The sexist idea that men can handle themselves with women? That men can't be raped? That women can't possibly be out of control, that they can't overstep personal boundaries and degrade men if given the opportunity?
That essentially, women are harmless to men, that if a man gets raped it's because he allows it to happen.
Fuck that shit. Take me to the buffet.
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I've been extraordinarily open minded about sex ever since my first year in college, when I learned women could have orgasms. (I was a late bloomer in high school.) Nothing shocks me. All of it interests me. I can never get enough of it.
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