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15.II.2001 :::: 17:20:55

just now i was walking up the alley & this woman maybe my age stopped me to ask Do you know where there are any places nearby with dancers?

the problem is that the Chunk of Town Where I Live is nearly devoid of places to go where lady dancers will be. but there are plenty of places to watch beautiful boy strippers & give them dollars. even Club LaRouge is now a gay strip club called, yawnfully, the full monty.

(Club LaRouge was this fabulous place on high street with this tall window. there was a tall curtain, too, so you couldn't see into the strip club from the street, but there was a chair in the window, & not-dancing-right-now dancers would sit in that chair & look bored & sometimes smoke a cigarette, wearing nothing but trashy-sexy undergarments. man oh man was i sad to see club larouge make way for the full monty. the chair is still in the window but now strippers don't sit in the chair, a big sign that says �the full monty� sits in the chair.)

i used to think about dancing. i have no sense of rhythm and i don't move with any kind of grace, and i do a good job of looking like an androgynous very-tall teenage boy. (with my clothes on. without i look like every naked Eve from all those german paintings in the northern renaissance. [all this & a sense of modesty to boot.]) but of course i never seriously thought about dancing.

we see a few dancers � maybe one or two a month � at work. (they write �dancer� or �entertainer� [or, once, �intertaner�] in the space for �occupation�.) they all seem to have very long hair. poor dr s________, who tries his best, will always ask them, You're a dancer? what kind of dancing? �& they will tell him & he will blush. he falls for it every time. face it, dr s________, we don't get many from the columbus ballet in our line of work. (he also used to ask any patients we had who were incarcerated, What'd you do?, �until one patient calmly & earnestly replied, Well i sure didn't kill my little boy like they said i did. �he doesn't ask our incarcerated patients what they did, anymore.)

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