Devon Hunter

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.

Okay, at Swinging Richards in Atlanta we dance buck-nekkid-n-faymoose. There is a common concern amongst the dancers: Between dancing, stage fright, air conditioning/cold weather you can look like a 3-year-old on stage in a hot (cold?) minute. It’s illegal for us (or anyone else) to touch our penises once we’re naked, so there’s all sorts of disguised “preparation” happening on stage just before the pants come off. It’s pretty funny… kinda. Ahem.

Anyway, in my bid to look more like an 8-year-old (or perhaps even an 11-year-old, with any luck!) I decided yesterday to buy my first dick pump. They supposedly give you a “soft erection,” so that without being hard you look more impressive soft for a while after the application of pressure. This also is supposed to make tying off (a topic concerning a practice that is illegal in some states that I’ll address more another time) a moot point, and should also remove any need to take horny goat weed or erectile dysfunction tablets.

My first dick pump… What a horrible device!

Okay, so the damn thing doesn’t come with instructions (shut up! I KNOW it should be obvious, but once it was out of the box it really wasn’t…). At any rate, if the purpose of the thing is to give you an erection, then it presupposes that you don’t have one when you’re trying to stick yourself into the end of the stupid contraption. So, here I am with a limp dick in my hand, trying to shove it into the tiny hole of this barbaric vacuum cleaner. A lightbulb went off: With the tip of my penis pressed against the entrance, I gave the pump a squeeze.

OH, MY SWEET BABY JESUS!!! It slurped my poor winky up inside itself like one of those horrifying angler fish suddenly sucking a little sea worm into it’s monstrous mouth. I shrieked like a little girl, I must admit.

Anyway, I’m in the thing, but crooked with the tip of my penis pressed against the edge, looking rather like a frightened animal pressing its face desparately against the window of a car. This pressure against the tube made the tip of my penis drag slightly, and my pee hole got pulled open and stuck to the inside – kinda like when you lick a cold piece of metal. Well, with the suction in place I couldn’t get myself out. Really, I tried. I almost yanked Charlie (for lack of a better name, I’ll just improvise that one) right off!

So, only option: A second pump. Well that succeeded in getting my pee hole off the side of the hyperberic chamber, but it applied a surprising increase in pressue. What the hell is supposed to be pleasurable about this nonsense????! Okay, so I wasn’t really getting hard, I just felt an unpleasant squeezing. So, a third and a fourth pump.

Finally, I’m getting a hardon, but it could very well be the single most horrible erection of my life. After counting to twenty I’d had enough. I couldn’t find the release valve at first, and I started to panic. I almost yanked Charlie off a few more times – where’s the velcro when you need it??? Finally I found the release, and instantly all the pressure went away. I still couldn’t get out.

Whoever designed this stupid fucking thing put a latex insertion cover on it. That means I was trying to pull my ultra sensative skin across nonlubricated, skin-tight clinging rubber. Okay. I was starting to panic again. It was like trying to pull a mouse back out of a snake after the little fella is already 2/3 of the way down the reptile’s throat. Not pretty.

I finally developed a coordination of pressing the release valve while reverse feeding myself out of the syringe of death. Of course the artificial erection was completely ruined by this point; however, I did hang a bit lower for about 10 minutes once I performed my Houdini trick… It was so not worth the effort. (More to come soon… Part 2)

I have to finally broach this topic. I don’t know why I’ve been putting it off, but I finally came across enough stupid “lap dances” on Youtube and saw enough retarded straight dancers giving zombie-like “lap dances” at Swinging Richards, and I have finally had enough. Whether you are a professional or not, the whole point of giving someone a dance is to make them feel sexy, as if they are the only person in the world while you are giving them your attention.

First, the “NO” category:
*Bad floor dance w/gratuitous lesbian action
*Gay guy is too shy
*Raping the willing
*I think I just threw up in my mouth
*Washing machines aren’t sexy
*This time I did throw up in my mouth

Then, the “MAYBE” category:
*Hot hips, but too much furniture
*Variety, please… the spice of life
*Cut the first 30 seconds, and this would be a “YES”
*“Hot” bear action… :-/
*Give him 12 weeks to work out, and it’s a “YES”

Now, the “YES” category:
*Hot black dancer on white chick – look at how aroused and genuinely happy she is at the end! This is a fantastic lap dance – 10/10!
*Ignore the end, the first 45 seconds are good

So, here is a summary:
*Avoid fast, jerky, and/or nervous/partial body contact
*Keep the receiver in a safe, upright position without restraints on his hands
*Employ full range of motion in the hips in various directions (otherwise you get washing machine hips)
*Keep the space around you clear
*Use a variety of touches, rhythms, and facings
*Make eye contact as much as possible
*Focus on slow, deliberate, confident, strong touches (but not so hard as to hurt)

note: Some places do not allow touching or straddling at all. In those instances, maintain the legal distance while still keeping the fundamentals in mind. Even if you can’t touch, you can imagine that you are in contact with the receiver and then channel that energy into the space between you.

Wow. I feel rather stupid. I’d made myself absolutely sick with worry about going back to Swinging Richards. I was convinced I was going to show up only to be told I couldn’t work. I really do need to calm down. Not only did Matt address the fat issue that I’ve mentioned in another blog, he complimented me several times each night I danced this week. He calls me “Little Devon” and “Baby” now. He also said, “It’s nice to have you back.” I’m just like… whoa. I don’t know why I needed his approval so badly, but it looks like I’ve definitely gotten it. It’s not healthy to need someone’s affirmation, but people who say they don’t need that at all are probably lying. I feel… good.

First, I’m not an accountant. I’m just trying to stay organized. This blog entry isn’t so much advice as it is an explanation of one way to handle your money. You’ll need to talk to a tax professional.

So, with that said, here is what you need to consider: If you do not files taxes long enough you will get audited, and then you’ll owe all sorts of money and be in trouble. Better to just bite the bullet and act like a law-abiding citizen of this country. With cash tips you’re on the honor system, but just remember all the various paper trails you leave behind you (credit card purchases and payments, bank statements with deposits listed, etc.).

Trying to keep up with all this crap confounds me. I keep my receipts only to find out I’m not claiming enough to itemize. I’ve set aside enough this time, but not that time for whatever confusing reason. If you’re not on the payroll and getting a check at the club(s) where you work, then you may also be self-employed, and therefore responsible for your taxes AND your social security. Blah, blah, blah! UGH!

So, this is my idea to keep it simpler for 2009:

I plan to open an account that will be used as the initial dump site for my tips. I will have a statement each month with the total deposits listed. That can be totaled up at the end of 2009 (or at the end of each quarter therein) to keep it much simpler. I’ll transfer out of that account into my regular checking/savings account, but leave behind what I hope is enough to pay taxes. With any luck I’ll have set aside more than necessary and have a “return” at the end of the year.

For 2008 all this is confusing, because the total deposits on my statements include transfers, and I don’t want to say I’ve made the same money twice! I’m still going to keep receipts in case I do claim enough to itemize, and then it’s just simple arithmetic (yeah, right).

Anyway, I suggest finding a way to track your earnings, set aside taxes, and file each year.