Portland Strip Clubs: So I Saw Some Naked Girls Read Some Books
by exoticinportlandAnd then, yes, the nudity: Aside from jewelry and glitter (even pube glitter! I didn’t even know that was a thing!), none of these women wore much more than high heels; sometimes they sat in a chair, legs crossed; sometimes they stood matter-of-factly at a microphone stand; sometimes they paced the stage. But skin aside, and as Paul Constant noted of Seattle’s Naked Girls Reading series, “the titillation part of the evening ended fairly quickly.” I’m as delighted to look at beautiful naked women as anyone, but the event didn’t have the same vibe as a strip club or even a burlesque show. The nudity might be the hook, and also, yay for hot people being naked, but it’s weird how quickly one becomes acclimated to it—thanks to Maltease’s smart, clear, and commanding reading of Pale Blue Dot, for example, I was both surprised and kind of proud of myself when I realized I was paying more attention to Sagan’s ideas than to Maltease’s body. Typing that out, I’m wondering if there’s something horribly wrong with me.