OUR SECOND REVIEW
OUR SECOND REVIEW, by film director John PalmerThis review was written by a client of the Lounge (full disclosure: John Palmer is a friend of mine, and a colleague. But this review is honest - if he didn't like it, he wouldn't have written it. He has too much integrity.)
I've been to THE LOUNGE twice so far, once on amateur night (Mondays) and once on a Friday with "regular" dancers. I'm 60 and am therefore used to tense times at [unnamed downtown stripclub] (or Woody's for that matter) where I'm either looked down on as a harpy with the plague or pestered constantly by hardened "dancers" for $$$. Oldies are not treated as humans. So I had resolved to give up and stay home and watch Newsworld. Until I tried THE LOUNGE. D-I-F-F-E-R-E-N-T !!! I was greeted at the door by star owner Amanda Taylor herself. She actually took the time to gab and joke and introduce me to a cute waiter who also stopped to say hello. (*THIS WAS NICK) I tried not to gaze longinly at his tits,abs and a trickle of hair disappearing into what was no doubt a delicious crotch. Inside, at a cozy candle-lit table I noticed the FAB famous Todd Klinck being dj and taking pics of the dancers. What I loved about the dancers was that they wern't slick thrusting boringly lascivious pros with plastered fake grins--they were REAL!! Someone my age has seen it all, guys,and the last thing I need is some teasing svelte whore thrusting a hard-on at me without bothering to hide his contempt for me. I'm smart and I can tell. These dancers had a boyish innocence about them that made my heart (ahem) leap like Judy's on the trolley. Their skin was lumanescant, their legs and thighs tantalizing.Their cocks (only semi hard--what a dynamite tease!) and balls flopped around in a delicious way. I know my mouth was open--it has no manners of its own. And they smiled! Really smiled as they danced. Like when you meet somebody and they smile at you. Their dancing was not hard or blatant or even blandly professional--they were exploring what their bodies could do. And so was I. They were adorable! We were a team. Dancers and audience. I felt welcome not 60. In general a terrific ambience. The feeling in the room was relaxed (try and find that anywhere else!). After the dancing a friend I was with went back for a private dance with a hunk (not an overworked mag fag) and didn't come back for half an hour. But he was grinning from ear to ear. I, meanwhile had had a lovely conversation with a nude student about his family and his life. This turned out to be "baby Mario" who is the cutest knock-out hunk with a to-die-for smile....I had to have a private dance.... I noticed the recent review in FAB by what looks like an exhibitionist fashion plate--and I'm not surpised he was unenchanted. Some people are just plain bored silly. Anyway, I am going back to THE LOUNGE, back to the wonderful boys and the welcome feeling that doesn't exist downtown. I thank Amanda Taylor for opening this wonderful place and look forward to seeing her again soon. Hugs and kisses John Palmer
I've been to THE LOUNGE twice so far, once on amateur night (Mondays) and once on a Friday with "regular" dancers. I'm 60 and am therefore used to tense times at [unnamed downtown stripclub] (or Woody's for that matter) where I'm either looked down on as a harpy with the plague or pestered constantly by hardened "dancers" for $$$. Oldies are not treated as humans. So I had resolved to give up and stay home and watch Newsworld. Until I tried THE LOUNGE. D-I-F-F-E-R-E-N-T !!! I was greeted at the door by star owner Amanda Taylor herself. She actually took the time to gab and joke and introduce me to a cute waiter who also stopped to say hello. (*THIS WAS NICK) I tried not to gaze longinly at his tits,abs and a trickle of hair disappearing into what was no doubt a delicious crotch. Inside, at a cozy candle-lit table I noticed the FAB famous Todd Klinck being dj and taking pics of the dancers. What I loved about the dancers was that they wern't slick thrusting boringly lascivious pros with plastered fake grins--they were REAL!! Someone my age has seen it all, guys,and the last thing I need is some teasing svelte whore thrusting a hard-on at me without bothering to hide his contempt for me. I'm smart and I can tell. These dancers had a boyish innocence about them that made my heart (ahem) leap like Judy's on the trolley. Their skin was lumanescant, their legs and thighs tantalizing.Their cocks (only semi hard--what a dynamite tease!) and balls flopped around in a delicious way. I know my mouth was open--it has no manners of its own. And they smiled! Really smiled as they danced. Like when you meet somebody and they smile at you. Their dancing was not hard or blatant or even blandly professional--they were exploring what their bodies could do. And so was I. They were adorable! We were a team. Dancers and audience. I felt welcome not 60. In general a terrific ambience. The feeling in the room was relaxed (try and find that anywhere else!). After the dancing a friend I was with went back for a private dance with a hunk (not an overworked mag fag) and didn't come back for half an hour. But he was grinning from ear to ear. I, meanwhile had had a lovely conversation with a nude student about his family and his life. This turned out to be "baby Mario" who is the cutest knock-out hunk with a to-die-for smile....I had to have a private dance.... I noticed the recent review in FAB by what looks like an exhibitionist fashion plate--and I'm not surpised he was unenchanted. Some people are just plain bored silly. Anyway, I am going back to THE LOUNGE, back to the wonderful boys and the welcome feeling that doesn't exist downtown. I thank Amanda Taylor for opening this wonderful place and look forward to seeing her again soon. Hugs and kisses John Palmer
posted by Todd Klinck at 1:38 AM
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