Bad memory experience. The last time I went to a packed house with a bunch of shirtless men was at a circuit party in Atlanta. To this day, I don't know why I agreed to go knowing the stigma behind circuit parties but all I remember were a bunch of hot guys dancing, sweating and doing drugs. And then they would share those drugs to guys around them. It made me feel uncomfortable, so I left and my clubbing days became limited from that point. But that experience left an imprint in my mind I can't forget.
I would consider a heavy drug scene a bad experience, too. But I think you should separate it from guys dancing shirtless who aren't doing drugs. They aren't synonymous.
My first shirtless dancing was at the Saloon gay club in Minneapolis, with my BF in 2000. It was pretty much routine on that dance floor, even in the dead of a Minnesota winter. My BF did it first, and he really had the body for it, a TV & movie actor.
Then he persuaded me to lose my shirt, too. Though not at all a hunk like him, I still had a 32" waist. I was more self-conscious about my dance moves than my bare chest. Ironically, as I worked on successfully improving the former, the latter started going downhill.
We both got sweaty, as most of the other guys were, it was hot in there in more ways than one. Then the DJ played a slow number, and we cuddled as we danced. I nuzzled my face against his furry chest, the hair soft but his muscular chest hard as steel, the scent of his skin intoxicating. For once my shortness compared to him was an advantage, positioning my face right where I wanted.
My pulse was racing. and I started to get dizzy and light-headed with the rush. He had to support me at one point. Nothing to do with alcohol, both of us barely drank that night. In the city on official business I was driving a State car with State license plates parked outside, I didn't dare have a DUI with it, or worse an accident.
No, the feel of his hairy chest against my face, and the thrill of having the most attractive guy in the place in my arms, dancing with ME, unattractive old ME, envious stares surrounding us, had my heart pounding.
I was in Gay Heaven. For once in my life I got to live out the fantasy of being the ugly girl who gets invited to the prom by the most handsome guy in the school.
And so for me that first shirtless dancing experience was wonderful. I wish I could be doing it today. I still like to cuddle with my husband like that, his own chest as satisfying to me, even if both of ours are no longer esthetically pleasing to others, not suitable for public viewing. Therefore we limit that activity to the privacy of the bedroom.