From: Tippy Dee <tippy@dee.invalid>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.strip-clubs
Subject: ASSC AFTSD - In thy orisons be all my brunettes remembered
Date: 2 Dec 2003 17:55:36 GMT
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<quick whack-a-mole style delurk>

M. is lithe and graceful, slim-waisted, with very pale skin and very
dark brown hair.  Something about how she places her hands on my hips
as she dances reminds me of N.  N. was lithe and graceful--I assume she
still is--with very pale skin and very dark hair.  N. often reminded
me of Paige, who was lithe and graceful...

It isn't exactly an eye opener for me to realize that I've had a
preference for this physical type as long as I've been going to clubs,
nor that I have a nearly unbroken line of rail-thin brunette ATFs that
I've stretched from Detroit (well, Romulus) to Seattle and back to the
midwest in Columbus.  It was something of an eye-opener when I recently
realized that the first in this cherished series must be old enough to
be the most recent entry's mother.  Have I been doing this so long?
Was I so set in my ways a generation ago that my tastes never changed?
Even if just as an experiment, should I devote myself for a while to
some bleached, siliconed uber-blonde, to see why they are so
ubiquitous?  I don't see that happening.

My mind's eye runs down the list.  M., and before her G., and before
her N., then (going further back) Vivian, Lacey, Lindsey, Stormy,
Janelle, Paige, Bridget, Denise, and so back to Didi, dancing at the
Landing Strip in the old days when the club was downstairs, before the
term "upscale gentlemen's club", even before lap dances arrived.  I
suppose I have been doing this a long time at that.

M. runs her hair over my face.  I like that.  At some level, Kahoots on
a cold Tuesday in December, 2003 is Sugar's on a bright Friday in July
1995, which was the Landing Strip on a rainy Saturday in October, 1985,
and all of my brunettes are dancing together.  All of those days failed
to suck.