Slow Dance Bars, It Like ClubKids Only A Slower Grind, And Way Dirtier.

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Clubbing isn't only for 21+
and over.

The slower the beat the closer
two bodies meet.

Guess who invented Clubbing in
the first place?

by Joe B.

Last week in a bar with a few people I venture forth first buying a beer, going to the rear and given ear plugs began playing pool.

Enjoyable, peaceful, slow with music set at various speeds and emotive ranges it felt good.

Wrote of evolution and those that may have escaped mortality without dying, don’t know if any mortal has done that but it’s what I was pondering after playing pool and sitting around.

Three women, two guys dancing then four women by themselves I didn’t join in being my first time in the bar and didn’t want to disrupt the female vibe there.

The second time its easier especially going their quickly after work.

One glass, one bottle of beer and only DJ, and bartender are there.

A coworker arrived but left for a home meeting something about lease renewal she said she’d be back by 9 p.m.

Sure I’d wait my place is going through leasing too.

It got later, and later, but not many people came in.

By 9:25 p.m. I’m on my beer #2 this time in a bottle along with salted pretzels.

I wish I could wait longer but its time to leave even if I didn’t dance I am becoming comfortable in this Mission Street bar.

While riding the bus home I thought about women’s buried anger and how guys are always know and don’t car or don’t know and in the dark about what, how, when, to say stuff to them.

Did you get the 2nd one I tried to be as close to
my first thought.

Me, sometime I admit I provoke angry, frustrated response from a girl or two because just as they see and laugh at us I do the same but lately I’ve thought what it can mean in future in femme/male relationships.

Thing can be an explosion as women’s pent up anger overflows.

Some of it has happened in tiny releases as if a valve to let water or steam out but the build up continues unless its fully let go the whole boiler room explodes.

That is what women are experiencing now and have been experiencing in decades past. They're already at bursting point all it takes is one jerk to set them off.

Don't worry Wimin, a stupid loud mouth jerk will make it happen; I just don't want to be in any women's crosshairs when she's at Ready. Aim. Fire.

They've held in so much psychic/physical pain for so long it won't take much for a spark to ignite emotional rage and That's all I can think of.

We, so called men better watch ourselves I don’t mean walking on eggshells around women its too stressful.

I myself have been making bonehead errors from waking up someone about video rentals they didn’t know was due in one day to being frantic about a Muni bus pass, then I was out all day and night for two days straight without calling as I’d usually do.

It’s a typical male dork stuff, sleeping around, doing my own "Whore of Babylon" getting home way past 2 sometimes 4 am.

Feeling unclean and free at the same time after showering the odor of a debauched afternoon or night to dawn then I feel refreshed.

Between my own somewhat safe sex lifestyle and a looming explosiveness of women’s justified full blown anger and violence I’d rather take their demanding, estrogen charged, separate lust from love, physical punishment.

It will leave me exhausted, trembling, afraid, psychologically shaken, feeling wretched, aching, and raw but limp and alive.

The other choice is being the eye of a woman or women’s ire, a raging storm of unfettered violence every bit as unforgiving and deadly.

Again, to be alive and breathing shallowly than caught in a woman’s maelstrom where killing is what really gets ‘em off psycho/physically.

From now on I’m stepping lightly, listening and
though won’t be no slave to them I’ll just be a bit more sensitive than in the past.

I want to live to be and old man with grandkids about be (Ok, they might be other people’s grandkids but I’ll be their favorite trusted play uncle.

I’ll be checking other bars, staying out being a male version of "W.O.B." You know what it means folks. … Bye

PS. Any bar hoppers out there know where watering holes are in and out the cities where dancing is optional and not automatic and dress codes are casual and no V.I.P. B.S.[you know what that means too].


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