To the first go-go dancer I’ve ever met


I saw you at Hamburger Mary’s in Long Beach


When it used to be small and crowded; barely any room to dance


There you are dancing on a tiny stage, not fit for a boulder like you.


I wanted to tip you just as others were doing


But this was my first night out…


As a gay man.


You see I’ve been closeted prior to that night


I’ve only seen nude men online, but there you are in real life– very generous


Singing “my neck, my back, lick my pussy and my crack” repeatedly


And I’m not into fish but, ironically, it turned me on.



Later that night, an older man had offered me a shot of vodka– and my dumb ass took baby sips


Why? Because I don’t drink; I don’t need it to have a good time


Another fact about me, I’m a dancer so I’m comfortable dancing in front of people without needing a drink


But, I have to admit, these days I do take the vodka shots– not so I can dance and let go, but so that I can tip these men on stage.


You remind me of them. Actually, maybe they remind me of that night.


Man, this was 12 years ago..


12 years and you and that song and that club are still part of my memory, how cute


I so badly wished I tipped you that night


But I promise you, if I ever see you again on stage somewhere,


I will tip you so hard you’re gonna have me in your memory


You and I have a lot in common– for one, we are both professional dancers.


Except I rarely dance in thongs.


Also, we now both like the same music by Khia, how cute.


I know you have no idea who I am, and I don’t even know where you are and rarely remember your face


But just know, you will always be the first go-go dancer I’ve ever met, and that means something to me.