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Crazy nightMy dad and I went out for a drink the day he got off probation. He wasso excited to be able to do what he wanted again that we planned tomake a night of it. Once we were about three beers in at my favoritebrew pub, I was feeling the truth serum effect of the booze and endedup admitting to my dad that I'd been working as a stripper for thepast two months. My dad's a wild boy that never quite grew up so hedefinitely wasn't pissed, but he was floored."You're what now?!""I'm a stripper now, dad. I uh- one night a week I take off my clothesfor money," I tried to keep a straight face so he'd know I wasn'tk**ding but the look of disbelief in his eyes made me tense enough thatI had to laugh.He didn't believe me. I told him I wouldn't be making this up if itwasn't true. I just couldn't convince him so we dropped the subjectand just played a game of pool. During the game, he noticed a coupleof guys over at a table in the corner holding hands and pointed em outto me smiling, thinking it was strange. It wasn't something you sawtoo often at the kind of bar we were at, but it was chill. Peoplemostly just keep to themselves, ya know?"Actually dad, it's funny cause I forgot to mention, the club I stripat ? is a gay club!" I'm pretty sure I would not have admitted that tohim if it wasn't for all the beer in my system, but my dad's cool guy,so I knew he wouldn't really mind when it came down to it."Hahahaha! I knew you were fuckin with me, you little punk!""Haha, but seriously dad, I take my clothes off for mostly men.""You've gotta be fuckin with me. If you're a stripper-," he pauseddrunkenly. "It's a Saturday! How come you're not up on the pole rightnow?""Haha, they don't have a pole and I'm off tonight. I only work oneday a week.""Oh yeah? Prove it.""Dad you're asking me to take you to a gay club.""I'm calling your bluff is what I'm doin!"So I pay our tab and call a cab to pick us up. While we were waitinoutside the bar, I think my dad started to get the impression that Imight be serious."So what, does this mean you're gay now?"I didn't really want to admit to my dad that I was actually bi. Iguess it was something I was still coming to terms with. I'd onlyfooled around with a couple of guys I'd met at the club so I wasn'ttotally comfortable with the label yet."No, but they pay well. More than girls, what I really like iscash!" We both laughed.The cab got us there I think about a half hour later. While we werestanding out front my dad must've noticed the big rainbow flag that'shung across our front window cause he said, "Huh," in a sort of`well-imagine-that' kind of way.So as we're walking inside I can hear this gritty industrial songplaying. After we get past the entryway, I see one of the guys upon stage doin a suspension show in the leather straps in just a thongand boots. I elbow my dad and practically yell so he can hear me,"Ever seen that before?""Hell no! Hahaha! Where the fuck have you taken me?"My manager walks over and asks who's the lucky guy, so I introduce himto my dad, and he just couldn't believe I'd brought him. I could tellby the look on my dad's face he now solidly believed this was my placeof employment, and that even though it was a shock, as wild as he waswhen he was my age, he was just happy dikmen escort I'm not hooked on dope.I took my dad to the back and he bought us both a shot of rum.After a minute, one of the guys that works there came over in ag-string and told my dad the manager paid for him to have a lap dance.We laughed and I told him, "Nah dude, my dad couldn't handle that.""Who are you, my fuckin mom?!" I could tell my dad was legitimatelydrunk at this point, but if he wanted a lap dance from a guy just toprove he wasn't uptight, hey, who was I to judge?I ordered us two rum