I chalked up another neat experience last night. Although I’ve been to several gay bars and known a few gay men, I’ve never been to a gay nightclub. Last night, one of Annie’s friends Edward (a physical fitness instructor), celebrated his birthday with us. After drinks at Mike and Annie’s place, we drove a few blocks to a nearby nightclub which was hopping….with men.

I don’t mean that there were gay men present, but that there were NO women (aside from Annie and her other friend). After picking up our somewhat hilarious green armbands with MANHUNTER.COM written on them, we walk into the club on the ground floor. There is a dance floor in front of us, a small stage to the right, and a balcony walkway with a railing that circles above the dance floor. From the entrance, every direction you looked (including UP) was heaving in topless buff men gyrating and grinding away with each other. It was a Chippendale nightmare.

It was still a fun night because it was such a bizarre experience. We got a couple of drinks, and quickly realized that nobody minded us or the women being there. The gay guys were all very into each other, but the vibe of the place was not intimidating at all. These guys were very very fit, and a few of them were pretty big, but the whole time we were in the club people were very laid back. For example, despite the very high level of energy and the big crowd on the dance floor, there were none of the small skirmishes or arguments that are so common in a large moshing hetero crowd. Also most of the guys seem to be using ecstasy, so there was none of the stumbling vomitting aggressive idiots that might be found late night in a standard club.
We spent most of our time up at the rail on the balcony, looking down into the crazed chippendale madness going on below while we talked and did the wall-flower groove thing. Every once in a while, looking around at the sheer number (literally hundreds and hundreds) of big buff topless guys dancing everywhere it felt a bit surreal, as if I had wandered into the twilight zone. There were *maybe* ten women in the club, but I figured they were probably so crazed by the big hunks of gyrating manflesh around them that some standard looking guy with his shirt firmly ON would have trouble catching their eye. :-)

If women liked to look at men’s bodies as much as men liked to look at women’s bodies, that place would have been the all time best Chippendale-killer deal ever. If there were places to go and watch 500 young hot fit topless women bumping and grinding (and kissing and groping each other), I feel that the standard strip clubs would certainly feel the pinch. (LOL, intentional).