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June 09, 2008
HX Column: To Go-Go or Not to Go-Go
You could wonder whether there’s some perverted sexual significance to the round window holes in The Maritime Hotel at 363 West 16th Street. Or you could just go to Erich Conrad’s Cuckoo Club there on Sunday night and contemplate the sexual meaning of the great dancers shakin’ their junk.
People sometimes get so into flexing glutes and waving glo-sticks that they don’t even stop to think that go-go dancing has a proud history. Once upon a time in New York City, at a place called the Peppermint Lounge, go-go dancing shot off its first titty-jiggle. Of course, the go-go pioneers were females, clearing a path for gloriously gay go-go boys. By the late 1970s, the Peppermint had morphed into G.G. Barnum's Room. Most of the patrons were trannies; the go-go boys danced on trapeze above a net over the dance floor. Xenon, also in the Big Apple, was the first club to place go-go boxes for any Tom, Dick or Harriette to shimmy their stuff.
And then came Madonna. As a go-go historian, I am here to tell you that without Madonna’s influence, there probably would not today be a gay club in Waikiki called Hula’s Bar and Lei Stand, advertising its go-go boys and the fact that it is just steps from Queen’s Surf Beach.
For the pros and would-be pros, go-go dancing is physically very tough. Porn stars moonlighting (you should forgive the pun with moon) as go-go dancers might bring in some decent money. But the average Joe pecs-and-butt has to get up on that cube for peanuts and pray to the sex gods for decent tips.
Hold on to your hats, gentlemen; I have a boner to pick. Uhm; didn’t come out exactly as I intended, but as long as they’re coming out, who are we to complain? I am sick unto death of seeing straight boys go-going in gay clubs. Mainly, they don’t smile, they don’t make eye contact with the audience and it’s a miracle if they even show a curl or two of pubic hair. How exciting, whoop-dee-doo; if I wanted to go to a bachelorette party I would find one. These straight go-go imposters in gay clubs act like it is a big deal to go down on their knees and take a dollar, without even giving a blow job. I ask you; doesn’t that suck? The correct answer is of course “Yes, it doesn’t.”
Nothing is as fascinating as etymology; “go-go,” you should know-know., has its roots in the old French word la gogue, meaning joy. It evolved into joie in French, gioia in Italian and go-go in an English word universally recognized and understood. So what are these joyless straight boys doing, polluting our gay clubs? Speaking of pollution, the standards for some of these so-called go-goers have to go. If you’re a go-go dancer, you absolutely can not eat carbohydrates as if each gram of carbs were a dick or an ass.
Posted by Michael at June 9, 2008 12:32 PM
Comments
I was just wondering,
can (male) gays also be aroused by the female sex (and/or) body?
Is this no longer a topic?
Why should we only focus on the (beautiful) male body?
To focus or to concentrate!
Posted by: Edwin at June 11, 2008 06:25 PM