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When I turned forty,
my friends took me
to see the male strippers.
I never knew there was a place
you could go where
there was so much action
without
any
action.
We were but small dots
in a sea of female faces
distorted by the strobing
pulsating lights set to music,
sexy, seductive and loud,
but it had to be loud
to be heard
above
the
screaming
(BOOM ta da BOOM ta da BOOM)
“Take it off! Take it off and throw it here! ”
(BOOM ta da BOOM ta da BOOM)
“Shake it, Ooo baby!
Take
it
off! ”
as a tan and lumpy-muscled
young man humped and ground
a well-packed G-string
in the woman’s face
two
seats
down.
I remember thinking
ho-ly shit, what if I’m next...
mama always told us
to look but don’t touch
but somehow, the not touching
was easier when
I
was
five.
C.J. Heck
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