Lesbians behaving badly is, unfortunately, nothing new. In 2000, Candy Bar, a lesbian club in London, organised a group trip to the Greek island of Lesbos, the birthplace of the poet Sappho, and the top lesbian holiday destination. Flyers advertising a “Wet Pussy Party” flooded the town of Eressos, prompting the then mayor to attempt to stop the women disembarking. Candy Bar, which has since closed down, had regular events featuring women stripping in front of crowds of baying lesbians, some pushing banknotes into the dancers’ underwear.
Paying for this type of entertainment is exploitation. One young lesbian I interviewed for a research project told me she regularly visited lesbian strip clubs and believed that the dancers working for a pittance in such clubs were lesbians and definitely enjoying themselves.
People attracted to the female form like looking at the female form.
It’s just so terribly difficult to understand, isn’t it?
“Paying for this type of entertainment is exploitation”
Quod gratis asseritur, gratis negatur
“the dancers working for a pittance”
Another myth. They do extremely well.
Its well known that women strippers and pole dancers get higher tips when they are ovulating. Does that hold true in Lesbian clubs?
I’m not a fan of strippers or strip clubs, just does nothing for me, but I rejoice when these nutters say stuff like this. It’s a sign that they are starting to eat themselves, we may be able to sit back and enjoy the show.
“Paying for this type of entertainment is exploitation […] dancers working for a pittance in such clubs”
Can’t have it both ways. Either it’s exploitative, so no-one wants to do it, so the dancers will be well compensated, or it’s not commonly perceived that way, many people are happy to do it, and the dancers don’t earn that much.
What’s difficult to understand is the thought of a man panting for a threesome with La Bindel.
One for the ultra-extreme S&M mob, Julia.
Lesbians are a perennial disappointment.
As a young man I thought they’d be all beautiful young ladies, innocently kissing and whatnot, but in real life they look like Julie Bindel. A lot of them have the manners of a goat and smell like a dung heap. It’s like they combine the worst features of both sexes.
“I have no doubt that Yatkin was denied entry because of her gender and sexuality, and, in both law and principle, that makes it discrimination.”
Just like your support for discrimination against transexuals, Julie?
“Lesbian feminists have long been at the coal face of campaigns to eradicate sexual abuse and degradation”
And yet, lesbian relationships are often abusive.
“Lesbian feminists have long been at the coal face of campaigns to eradicate sexual abuse and degradation”
Ironically, you very rarely see the fuckers at an actual coal face.
Or digging ditches in the depths of winter, or hod carrying on an 85F day, or on the bins, or down the sewers, or anything else apart from writing in the Graun and setting up campaigns financed in part by (our few remaining) miners, hod carriers, binmen and sewer workers. etc.
Some kinds of equality are more equal than others, I guess.
Interested – shame on you for suggesting being a sociology lecturer or social worker isn’t hard work.
The differences between the puritan patriarchs of the past and Julie Bindel is purely external and cosmetic. Both are driven by the same urges to dominate and control. Just a different flavour, that’s all.
Interested – “I’m not a fan of strippers or strip clubs, just does nothing for me”
Yes, I read Playboy for the articles too.
“but I rejoice when these nutters say stuff like this. It’s a sign that they are starting to eat themselves, we may be able to sit back and enjoy the show.”
I am thoroughly enjoying the quiet civil war going on between the more extreme lesbians (Julie Bindel being one of the more prominent) and the Trans community. The Trannies have starting lobbying academic presses so make sure that some Rad Fem Academics can’t get published.
It is truly bliss to be alive at this point. Well, moderate pleasure anyway.
And am I the only one mildly intrigued by baying mobs of lesbians tucking five euro notes into the g-strings of some strippers?
It’s a sign that they are starting to eat themselves, we may be able to sit back and enjoy the show.
Erm, I think that’s what most of the lesbians came to the club to do!!
SMFS
I go with Interested – and I’m one of the few here who generally agrees with you – but strippers and strip clubs are analogous to those Japanese restaurants with plastic versions of the dishes in the window: you can look, but you can’t touch/eat.
I go with Interested – and I’m one of the few here who generally agrees with you – but strippers and strip clubs are analogous to those Japanese restaurants with plastic versions of the dishes in the window: you can look, but you can’t touch/eat.
Quite, it’s like watching porn with boxing gloves on. I’ve never seen the appeal of strip clubs, save for one I went to in Tokyo…
Recusant – “but strippers and strip clubs are analogous to those Japanese restaurants with plastic versions of the dishes in the window: you can look, but you can’t touch/eat.”
Sure, but if the food didn’t make your mouth water, you wouldn’t care. I have never actually been to a strip club so I can’t really comment. But I suspect that if it did not affect the right parts of the male cortex, they wouldn’t be doing it and they wouldn’t be making money.
@ Steve
“Lesbians are a perennial disappointment.”
I’m sad for you that you’ve met the wrong ones. I shared a house with a couple of gayers for a bit, and their lesbian friends were about 90% entirely normal, and distributed along the attractiveness spectrum perfectly normally. The others were textbook ‘Millie Tant’ types.
Gay blokes, I found were slightly more heavily weighted to the stereotypical end of the scale. But, in the main gays are exactly the same as the rest of us. Your worldview is probably (and not unreasonably) biased by exposure to those who make a statement of their sexuality. That’s not just a gay thing, straight folk do it too, but when they do it’s not something that get’s noticed so much. Most people don’t go out of their way to advertise what sort of genitals they like to fumble with, and the default assumption seems to be that all those people are straight. They’re not.
The Thought Gang – that’s a good point.
I’m sad for me too! I hate seeing sideburns on a woman.
“Most people don’t go out of their way to advertise what sort of genitals they like to fumble with”
This is why I bought a T-shirt that says “FBI – Federal Boobies Inspector”.
My wife bought one that says “I’m With Stupid”.
@SMFS ‘Yes, I read Playboy for the articles too.’
I don’t read Playboy either. And yet I’m a wholly straight bloke. Weird!
‘I have never actually been to a strip club so I can’t really comment. But I suspect that if it did not affect the right parts of the male cortex, they wouldn’t be doing it and they wouldn’t be making money.’
I’m not saying some, maybe even the majority of men, don’t like it, just that I don’t.
I’ve been to several strip shows, on stag weekends and the like. From the grottiest end of the market in a WMC in a northern town to a memorable night in Stringfellows in NY in about 1994 – trust me, those women were almost literally stunning.
But much as I love naked women, I just can’t personally get over the fact that it’s all bullshit. I like the idea of women taking their clothes off for me, personally, for no financial reward. I don’t so much like women disrobing for roomfuls of blokes for money.
I actually do find it a bit demeaning, for all concerned, though it’s none of my business and if they want to engage in it they should crack on, so to speak.
@Tim Newman
I think you win the thread 🙂
Also loving the mad lesbians v trannies battle on the internet. My money’s on the trannies, their madness is weapons-grade.
MC – “Also loving the mad lesbians v trannies battle on the internet.”
Me too!
It’s like Alien v Predator. A clash of the shite ‘uns.
I find these things much more interesting when you pick a side to cheer on. So I’m on Team Radfem.
But I don’t expect them to win. It’s like watching England in the World Cup. The trannies are absolutely more mental than the relatively tame 1970’s brand of crazy that the radfems espouse.
Radfems at their raddiest threaten to cut off men’s penises, Valerie Solanas style. Trannies cut off their own penises and then boast about it. You can’t out-mentalist that. Plus, it’s too late in the game for feminists to deploy biological reality as a defence.
@ Interested
FWIW I feel the same way about strip joints… but am comfortably in the minority amongst the males I know and who have expressed an opinion.
I’m in no doubt that, at least at the respectable ends of the industry, it’s the punters who are being exploited. I’m fine with that if all parties are willing, but it’s not my bag.
Personally I love strip joints, the more sordid the better, and a strip joint populated by sex crazed lesbos presumably under the influence of drink, sounds like potentially a lot of fun, in my younger days I looked quite good in a dress; and who knows in such a fervid atmosphere one might have a decent chance of a shag and at the very least a good old grope.
Of course if you were found out it could get quite nasty (think of the treatment of nazi storm troopers captured by soviet army females on the Eastern front – rather you than me!), but that would just add to the frisson.
Brilliant, quite superb.
Back in the ’90s pub strippers were common. In most places they walked around with a half-pint mug collecting quids; when they got enough, they got up on stage and took their clothes off.
One lunchtime we found ourselves in a dirty run-down pub in Beckton called the California that had lunchtime strippers, but here it was 20p pieces. On the day I went the stripper was in her 30s but had tried to make the best of herself; her bruises were made up, and her hair quite well dyed, and her nail varnish hardly chipped at all in places, but it was a broken arm in plaster that let her down. I kicked my mate hard when he was about to burst out laughing “Fer Chrissakes leave her some dignity” i mumbled. I was tempted to give her a tenner to put her clothes back on, but would have got a slapping from the hard lads. Her body bore all the signs of childbearing, and I wondered how old her kids were. I felt pity, compassion, empathy and a measure of anger – everything except sexual stimulation.
Watching strippers isn’t always fun.
Having actually dated a stripper for a few weeks I can confirm that if you are
a. Gorgeous
b. In possession of a (genuine) vagina and (possibly genuine) tits
c. shameless
d. Not too concerned with the wants and needs of Her Majesty’s Customs and Revenue
Then you, and anybody who knows you, will ever consider you to be exploited.
Back in the ’90s pub strippers were common. In most places they walked around with a half-pint mug collecting quids; when they got enough, they got up on stage and took their clothes off.
There are a couple of shitholes near Brick Lane like that. I was in one of them back in May, the women weren’t quite as bad as you describe but not far off.
Back in the 90s I went to a strip pub in Sarf London somewhere with some colleagues, which, among the average and the “put them back on love”s was one girl whose performance was so amazing it has been seared into my memory ever since. She wasn’t stunning looking- nice, but nothing awesome- but boy, could she take her clothes off. I think it was that that convinced me that there really is an art to it.
On the more general point, it’s worth mentioning when discussing feminist attitudes to human sexual behaviours that, for all their billions of written words, feminism has no functional model of human sexuality. Which is what happens when you try to describe sex as a function of class struggle.
I’ve only been to one strip show and, TBH, I found it depressing. If I’ve got a naked woman wiggling about in front of me she should be in my bedroom, not some grotty, overpriced club in town.
However, I would pay to see this: http://laughingsquid.com/talented-pole-dancer-performs-astonishing-acrobatic-routine-in-an-empty-strip-club/
As advised in the comments under the youtube clip I stuck “World Pole-Dancing Championships” in the search box & watched…..& watched…& watched…
Up your’s Julie Burchill. When you can get your fat arse round a pole, you’re entitled to an opinion. ‘Til then STFU.