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Check Out The World’s Wackest Male Strippers: Ellen Throws Bachelorette Party For NeNe Leakes And Dancers Drop It Low

January 23rd, 2013 - By Clarke Gail Baines
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You know, there’s just something about some male strippers that is just more comical than hot. Some can be very alluring, but many, with their crotch popping and tacky a** costumes just make you want to laugh sometimes. Case in point, the very animated fellas Ellen DeGeneres enlisted to perform for bride-to-be (again) NeNe Leakes.

On her show today, DeGeneres talked to Leakes about her upcoming nuptials with ex-husband Gregg Leakes, and what she hoped for their wedding ceremony to be like the second time around. After saying that they initially went for something traditional, she said this time around she wants to do something big, over-the-top and almost fairytale-like. Well, you can’t have a huge wedding without having a big ‘ol scandalous bachelorette party now can you? (Well, of course you can, but for effect in this story let’s just pretend you can’t.) To help her celebrate her upcoming nuptials a little early, Ellen brought out four very interesting dancers to pop that thang on the Real Housewives of Atlanta and The New Normal star. Too bad they were a little wack-tastic. From the guy in the front trying to vibrate every five minutes in busting it open in front of NeNe, to the dude on the side humping and doing the body roll on the couch, and the two dudes in the back basically being hype men, Leakes couldn’t even fully enjoy her dance. Why? Because she spent the whole time laughing. In the end, even Ellen had to jump up and do a dance or two.

On an interesting side note, Leakes (a former stripper) and her man Gregg actually just opened their own strip club in West Hollywood last week, called The Cake Factory, according to The Daily Mail.

Check out the video for yourself and let us know if you think the dancers did the damn thing, or if they’re Chippendales rejects. Either way, it was very hilarious.

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Eeeww, No Thanks: Why [Some] Women Just Can’t Get Down With Male Strippers

June 27th, 2012 - By Veronica Wells
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There is virtually no way you could have avoided all the promotion for the upcoming movie, “Magic Mike.” It’s everywhere. There was that performance where the movie’s star, Channing Tatum, twerked on Elton John, there are the online campaigns, the commercials and now, the day-time tv interviews. (Did you catch True Blood cutie, Joe Manganiello side humping NBC’s Ann Curry?) They really want you to check out these fine men taking off their clothes. But I have to wonder if the movie’s creators, producers etc., realize that male strippers aren’t always that appealing to the fairer sex? Discussing the movie this morning, one of my coworkers expressed her sincerest, most passionate disgust for male strippers. I agreed. Male strippers just don’t do it for me.  But I had to ask myself why. Why can’t some women get into the waggling wang? I gave it some thought and here’s what I came up with…

Naw I’m Good: Why I Won’t be Hitting the Strip Club Anytime Soon

January 31st, 2012 - By Veronica Wells
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Anyone who knows me, knows that I have a high appreciation for the female form. Seriously, I’m a boob woman. They’re soft, life sustaining and nurturing. I’ve even been known to rub my own in public places, at inappropriate times. I could go on and on about boobs, they’re the greatest.

In general, the female form is something to be admired. But admiring from a distance is as far as I think I can go. As much as I love boobs, the thought of another woman’s breasts touching me literally repulses me. Have you ever had a woman’s boobs accidentally graze your arm or has a woman ever hugged you too hard, forcing her boobs into your own chest? I can’t speak for anyone else but the sensation makes my skin crawl.

Why am I telling you all this?

Recently, I linked to a post from our partners at Your Tango, asking whether or not you’d be pissed if your man went to the strip club and didn’t tell you what went down while he was there. Surprisingly, when we posted the question on Facebook and Twitter, a lot of you mentioned the fact that you would have no problem whatsoever and would probably join the boo at the strip club, some of you even mentioned getting a lap dance of your own.

Hmm…I can’t say that I was surprised. Ya’ll have said freakier things. ;) But I just couldn’t get with you all on that one. Call me prudish or puritanical or whatever you like, but it never occurred to me to go into a strip club for enjoyment or even pleasure. Sure, I’m heterosexual, but even that is not enough reason not to go. Plenty of hetero women hit female strip clubs all the time.

A friend and I recently asked our co-worker what she thought about the subject and she said women can do some amazing things on those poles and move their butt cheeks in downright acrobatic motions. Tis true and they are to be commended, but I can catch the pole work in a number of pole dancing classes and a booty clap certainly isn’t hard to come by, even after the days of BET’s Uncut. Being the germaphobe that I am, I’d probably watch the whole spectacle wondering how a woman could so comfortably grasp an object her co-worker had just held between her open a** cheeks?  I just don’t understand why I would ever have a reason to venture into a female strip club…or really any strip club for that matter.

Years ago, I attended a bachelorette party with a male stripper. I knew there was going to be a stripper and he was going to be my first one, so I was excited. Unfortunately, the man that entered the room was none too attractive and by the end of his routine, I couldn’t help but think he was desperate and pathetic. Something about flaccid wang flopping in my face, did anything but arouse me.

Maybe the wack stripper ruined me for all strippers, male and female alike. Or maybe, and I think this reason is far more plausible, something about the human form being overtly broadcast as a sexual object elicits disgust instead of arousal from me. Something about a stripper, male or female, seems so forced and unnatural in comparison to the way real life sexual encounters go down. When you think about it, even pornos try to create some semblance of normality, though they often fail.

At the end of the day, for me it’s the little things that I find sexually appealing. Anything too in my face, even a pair of perfectly crafted, supple breasts, is just cheap.

 

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