Those Chippendales got TanTan in a sweat…
Editista must admit that she finds this kind of thing gross… But reading TANTAN’s review, even she may be temped – well for the laugh anyway. Just kidding! Click here to go through to Computicket IMMEDIATELY.COMPUTICKET
I always thought of male stripping as degrading, that I would have novelty fun if any and an “Ag Shame” reaction to…
their antics. Not be turned on at all because I’m not attracted to people I pity. Loftily I considered this type of thing beneath me, men and g-strings being a definite no-no on my planet and I anticipated the shows would be funny in a ludicrous sort of way.
Enter my first male strip show, the REAL Chippendales nogal! To my delighted surprise I’ve found that stripping can give men as much power as women. If done well of course, and this lot are the cream of the crop! Exquisite physiques, devious twinkles in the eyes, stage presence, great dancers with the exception of one who was merely competent. Hell they could even sing when they had to support David, the lead singer in the show.
These men are very talented, BEYOND the obvious, singing popular music that had us up on our feet, some even up on their chairs, and with excellently choreographed dance moves worthy of any MTV music video. In the end the flesh flashing portion of the show was probably 30%, it was the waiting for those glimpses of flesh that made us scream and giggle and say utterly lewd things!
I knew I was in trouble when I found myself standing in a puddle of alcohol shouting “Take it off! Take it off!” When the number of men at a show is so negligible that the women annexed their bathrooms and you have queues of women coming out of all loos, you can only be at a Chippendales show.
Inside the ladies room during intermission one of the ladettes who looked like the owner of her own home hair salon casually warned a fellow punter to “Back off he’s mine!… I only have a year to live!” eliciting raucous giggles if there is such a thing. I don’t know which one of the Chippendales she was referring to but it pretty much summed up the level of primal lust all those boys awoke in us with their cleverly staged fantasies, hot bodies and red-hot dance moves.
The show is such a finely thought out product, catering to every female taste and tapping into the most perennial female fantasies like James Bond, men in Navy dress uniforms (big time JAG baby!!), bad boys with motorcycles, doctors and even a captive Jane to Tarzan all executed to such sexual perfection that at one stage my friend and fellow first timer Jacqui was fanning herself furiously and said “I’m schwietzing like a hund!”. And weren’t we all!
The guys are supreme professionals their bodies are their business and trust me they are doing good business, they know how to turn on the charm and at the after party we had the best time chatting and posing and flirting with the lot of them. Stunning, charming, great guys. Typically I found my favourite on stage did not necessarily stay my favourite after conversation but was usurped by those I clicked with in the personality stakes, the physical perfection seriously enhanced by heart and humour.
My only criticism is that the show venue should have been smaller, a little more intimate. In the end though I had a fantastic time! Still paying for it today but hell it was worth it!
My advise is to buy the golden circle seats so you can go to the after party and try and get seats on the aisles so you have a better chance of being taken on stage for the full treatment. But not to worry, if you cant afford the expensive seats, they work the whole arena really well and you can meet them and have your picture taken immediately after the show. ; )
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