Van as part of IMD

Clearly, these guys enjoyed doing their live shows. I have to believe their audiences greatly enjoyed their live shows. So what I don't understand is, why is there little if anything like this today? Why is there little or nothing about them on the web? Where did these guys, and this kind of show, go? Who's going to bring it back?

more Vanilla

Van or "Vanilla Ice"

More beautiful shots of a beautiful man doing mighty fine live M4M stripping, exhibitionism, and nude dance.

Does anyone remember a site called Satyrsite.com? It featured pics of male strippers taken during their live performances at Man's Country in Chicago. It disappeared something like 7 years ago.
Here's my favourite dancer, "Van" or "Vanilla Ice", from my favourite group, International Male Delivery.

Raw M4M: The Gaiety

Two short clips that some patron filmed surreptitiously from the audience at the Gaiety Theater in Times Square (above the Howard Johnsons). Yeah, the place was rather seedy, but oh what a thrill for someone who had never seen men dancing naked before.
If a whole bookshelf of DVDs was available of this kind of men doing this kind of dancing, I'd own it and wear it out. Sure I'd want a higher quality of video, but the fact that these were real guys (not studio exclusives) comparable to the ones you'd been sneaking a look at in the high school gym class shower room, who were practically inventing this art form (not copying things they'd watched on video), that this was before tattoos and piercings and body-hair shaving became commonplace, that they had tan lines, that "jaded" was not true of the dancers or the patrons (and I could go on and on), made this a golden age for me, and one I wonder if we can ever recapture.
I remember climbing the stairs and paying my $17 and walking into the darkened theater with some raw (but beautiful) gayporn movie playing and finding a seat (between two guys, it was that full) and removing the hand of the guy to my right from my knee ... Then it was "Show time!", and the music started, and some cute guy like you might see on the street comes out from behind the shimmering curtain and dances innocently and charmingly to the music. He takes one or two songs to strip to a G-string, then for the final song of his set he comes through the shimmering curtain completely naked, with a total hardon, to the delighted applause of the audience. This was theater, live performance, a shared experience. I knew I wasn't in Kansas anymore when I went to the restroom and some dirty old man tried to watch me as I peed. I turned a very cold shoulder to him, but everything was a thrill that day. I had no idea it wouldn't always be there or always be like that.