Dreaming of a truly Austin topless bar

While surfing through the Austin blogosphere, I came across a post that really got me thinking. For some reason, Beth has been thinking about topless bars (or strip joints as we call them here at the Outsider). More specifically, she has been wondering why we don’t have any strip joints that reflect the quirky personality of Austin.

Yes, Austin already has a smattering of topless bars. We have Sugar’s, the Yellow Rose, Exposé, the Crazy Lady, Joy, the Landing Strip (nice name! Wit and class!), and I’m sure a few others I don’t know about.

We now even have one whole option for the ladies: La Bare, right in front of my parking lot at work. But I won’t go there. Don’t get me wrong; I absolutely adore gay men! I just feel that, for me, stuffing money into their skivvies is a little pointless. Um, so to speak.

But the thing is, all of these places are fairly standard for their type. None of them are quirky. They all feature nearly-naked people with nice musculature and little to no body hair, walls lined with mirrors and big-screen TVs, the steamy fragrance of smoke machines, loud canned music, overpriced drinks, and very flattering lighting. They’re pretty much the same everywhere. I say it’s time to start different kind of place: a uniquely Austin topless bar.

Beth goes on to paint a picture of a topless Austin wonderland, where the drinks are cheap, the music is live, the Birkenstock wearing dancers don’t shave unless they want to, and indie films are screening on the big screens instead of sports. For all the details – and to help decide on a name for the place – head over to Beth’s New, Improved Austin Bloggery.