Male genitalia and getting picked-up and air banged in front of strangers makes me really uncomfortable. Why? Because I’m a virgin to that sort-of thing. But do you know which two people weren’t afraid of such audacity? Cara Delevingne and Ashley Benson.
Who’s to say what happened behind closed doors during their time at MAGIC MIKE LIVE (the brainchild of Channing Tatum and co-directed by Tatum and the film’s franchise choreographers Alison Faulk and Teresa Espinosa) in Las Vegas, but I imagine lots of wild dance numbers enough to get me pregnant just by staring with a dash of getting called-on stage for some good ole’ big dick energy. Gulp.
But, guess who is NOT into PDA and has two thumbs whose nails are in desperate need of a full-set fill? This girl. I’d be lying if I said Delevingne and Benson’s night out at MAGIC MIKE LIVE at the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas didn’t get me thinking whether I’ve been making decisions in my life based out of fear or based out of choice.
I’m genuinely writing this out of concern that I who has always been a fan of resistance and someone whose ambition is driven by the fear of complacency, hasn’t lived spontaneous enough. Why do I always reject plans that involve a girls night out at a male or women’s strip club?
Is it lingering on taboo or is it fear? And if it’s fear, fear of what? Fear of enjoying it? Fear of arousal? Fear of being ridiculed by her friends and industry peers? Fear of being dropped and breaking the very wrist that pays my bills and everyone else’s? Yup, sounds about right.
Maybe it’s fear of what people will think of me. MAYBE it’s that my peers, friends, and potential business partners might lose respect for me. Hold on. Don’t businessmen cash out singles to hit Cray Horse III, or whatever strip club, and guzzle down lap-dances with chicken wings until dawn? Am I not allowed the same privileges because I’m a woman and am expected to be modest in order to be respected? Buuuuut, am I also not 28-years-old and allowed be wild for a little but? Because who wants to live their life in fear for whatever reason?
So I take cues from the rumored couple who probably flew in for the simple act of doing something spontaneous. I respect that so much. Here I am, a perfectly single (and I mean very single), also 20-something, successful, intelligent, attractive girl with a plethora of local strip clubs to choose from– some beautiful ones at that (re: below).
To be daringly audacious in the face of the things that makes one uncomfortable is being alive. To be alive is not dead. To be alive is to be aware, alert, and active. That’s the key. Active. Are we active with our lives? Are we taking bold risks? Are we coloring outside the lines? Are we living audaciously or taking life too seriously? Or, have we been letting fear steer our life? I’ll choose Fear for $500, Alex!
The question remains: will I make the choice to experience MAGIC MIKE LIVE at the expense of my personal space possibly being invaded by hairless chests and dangling beef cakes on my fupa?
DAMN IT, I GUESS SO.
I just need tequila, an invitation to go, and to insure my wrist and hands first. Momma’s got expensive taste.
Photo Credit: Magic Mike Live, Crazy Horse III
