There are places you can still go where you can go and be yourself while leaving all the pretense behind for others to exhibit in lesser places. There was a period of time, distantly remembered by some, not experienced by many, a time recalled best in the saloons and dance halls of the Old West when a man felt he deserved the best---and insisted on getting it.
Back in those days a man came off the trail after spending many long weeks herding cattle or he came from out East looking for a new life on the new frontier. Men and women from all walks of life leaving their pasts behind them--cowboys, shopkeepers, entrepreneurs, miners, lumber men, farmers, saloon girls, gamblers, lawmen, and desperados. Together they created a new world but in doing so they planted the seeds for its own destruction.
As that world became more and more civilized millions of men and women came out from beneath their rocks to tell the rest of us how to live, where we could spend our time and how to distinguish right from wrong. The modern gentlemens club is the last vestige of those Old West days, of those bygone saloons and dance halls where a man or woman could breath easily and simply enjoy---being alive.