A quick update: We’ve taken some awesome pics with some great models, and the pictures are starting to show up on the www.dcfukit.org website. Here is my favorite pic of yours truly: http://www.fc-kits.org/blogslinks.html. The official launch for the project is Friday, May 29, 2009!

Happy Memorial Day!

Devon,

What was it like when you first danced naked?

- C

Hello  C!

Well, there are different firsts. When I first danced in any state of undress at all (back in those innocent beginning days – HA!), I was standing backstage in a thong on the verge of throwing up. I heard them call my name, and for about three seconds I just stood there (remember: at that time I was still struggling with anorexia), fearing that people would boo, hiss, laugh, etc. After another short breath, I stepped out onto the stage, and got dizzy for about half a moment. But then it passed as I started moving: I fell into performance mode. And then it was fine.

Fast forward to Swinging Richards: That was my first experience with total nudity. Again, I was scared. But not to be naked. It was because the other dancers were so intimidating, not to mention that the manager is gruff. But again, I went into performance mode, and the cold sweat on my palms stopped distracting me. It was liberating, actually.

The next first was Secrets. Not only are you nude there, but you have to maintain an erection. I really had zero butterflies. By that point it was no longer a point of anxiety. Actually, I enjoy dancing at Secrets more than Swinging Richards. There’s something oddly satisfying about being able to play with yourself in front of people (which is absolutely not allowed on stage at Richards, at least not once your undies come off). By the end of the night I can’t stand touching my penis anymore. It’s numb.

Anyway, once you get past the initial trepidation, nudity is natural and has a healing effect (at least for me). Being completely “vulnerable” forces you to really know yourself (or to completely retreat behind walls… it’s a rather 50-50 chance you take). Beyond that, the only complaints I have about dancing nude at this point is when the damned clubs crank the A/C. It gets COLD!

I’ve given thousands of lap dances, spreading joy and wonder throughout the world. HA! At any rate, there’s no way I can remember every dance I’ve done, but there are dances that stand out in my memory as amongst those I’ve enjoyed. It’s completely and utterly inaccurate to think that only unattractive men pay for lap dances. One of the perks of this job is that on a fairly regular basis I get paid to rub on hot guys. Let me also say that my enjoying a dance doesn’t necessarily imply that I was sexually aroused or attracted to the person I was dancing for (although that happens quite a bit).

Last night I gave another dance to one of the most charming men-of-a-certain-age I’ve ever met. Dale: He embodies Lap Dance Etiquette. It’s just amazing. If he isn’t a poet, he should be. He is completely enamoured of sensuality (not sex itself, but the whisper of its potential), and he genuinely enjoys every nuance of touch, sight, sound, smell (and dare I say taste?). With him I find myself moving in slow motion, not because he intoxicates me but because his intoxication is beguiling. He falls into a dream-like haze, and his utter joy is registered all over his face and body. I was wearing a spicey fragrance last night, and I honestly worried for a moment that he might pass out when I enveloped my arms tightly around his head and neck. I feed off the energy of others, and his transparent ecstacy isn’t simply flattering, it’s also infectious.

There are many, many occasions when I give a dance to someone who is so attractive that I almost feel obliged to tip them. Something else that is common is for me to get an erection while giving a dance. What is not as common is for a dance to turn me on so much that I forget I’m working and fall into the fantasy that they have created for me (quite a nice change of pace). That has happened three times, but I’m only going to tell you about two of them…

James came in for a birthday dance, but I have to say I didn’t do very much. He picked me up off the chair, holding me such that we were face to face with my arms and legs wrapped around his neck and torso. He pressed my back against the wall and proceded to show me a thing or three. LOL I mean… WOW. He. Werk’d. Me. Out. For about four songs. That dance fueled some fantasies for almost six months, so when I bumped into him randomly at a park nine months after his birthday I made it clear that I wanted a naked repeat. Whew!

One dance I did recently involved an acquaintance from a site where I chat with athletic gay guys. He lives in Atlanta and is easily one of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen (click to, ahem… enlarge). He said he was going to come see me at Swinging Richards on Thanksgiving. Not only did he actually show up, he had a beautiful friend with him, and they wanted a dance… OMGOMGOMG… LOL I want to say that this ended up being the hottest dance I’ve done so far. So erotic, in fact, that everyone in VIP stopped and watched. Nothing like a Devon sandwich to fill you up. No, we never had sex, but my knees still buckle at the memory.

Wow. Scotty read about my (mis)adventures (see part 1), and decided he wanted to give it a go. I mean really: It’s rather like when you say, “Ew! This stinks like a dead body… Smell this!” And then you do…

I suppose he thought I was exaggerating, and wanted to see if it really was so awful. Okay. Let me put this in perspective for you. Scotty smokes, he speaks slowly, he mumbles so much that I can almost never understand anything he says, and his voice is already naturally deep and gravelly on top of all that. When I say Scotty shrieked in a falsetto, “Is it gonna make my dick explode like a sausage??!!” Anyway, you get how momentous the occasion was.

What’s funny is that I was standing on the outside this time, watching everything I’d described already: The questioning look (“How do I get my limp dick into this thing?”), the lightbulb (“I’ll give it a pump or two…”), and then the panic and fear… I laughed my ass off. It was even funnier when he resigned himself to being captured and said, “I wanna see if I can hit the end of the tube,” and KEPT PUMPING!!! I thought he was gonna pop. It was terrifying. That’s probably why I had tears coming down my face… yeah, that’s why…

So. There you have it. When I get around to getting rid of the iron maiden on E-bay (see part 2), you’ll be able to bid on a device that’s been used by two, TWO, oily strippers… mwa-ha-ha! (Read that last bit with the voice of the Count from Sesame Street in your head.)

Okay, so lube didn’t help. Suffice it to say that I’m not very pleased with this contraption of torture. Everything I already said is ditto today, except stickier and sweatier. UGH! I am simply going to look for other options…

In part 1 of this little adventure I mentioned a practice called “tying off.” This is when a man ties something around his penis in order to keep it hard while performing. Some guys use cock rings, others use condoms or (GASP!) rubber bands. What you need to know is that this is illegal for a variety of Puritanical reasons in many places. Aside from being very dangerous to your sexual health, it can also get you arrested.

In many places you can’t have an erection while performing in the first place, and so tying off is illegal because it is done for the sole purpose of maintaing a hardon on stage. Find out if you can have an erection while on stage and then make your choices accordingly.

I do not advise tying off. Constraining blood flow has a number of deleterius effects on the body part in question. Tissues are damaged (or even killed if prolonged more than several minutes), the process of eliminating waste from the body is impinged, and within the penis the blood vessels can burst or be stretched (thus making it difficult to get erections at all). In retrospect, a dick pump, which operates in basically the same way, was not the way to go. Fortunately I’m out only $25. I wonder if I could put the stupid thing up for sale on eBay? “Dick pump, used only twice – in great condition. Starting at $50″ HAHAHA

As for other methods for non-restrictive fluffing, I’ll get back to you sometime soon with part 3 of this ongoing saga.