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Pajama Poppin Pole Party
Sometimes your creative Muse is motivated, playful, filled with wild hip swaying, booty bumping energy. Sometimes your Muse can’t wait to Dance, Dance, Dance. Sometimes she has a love crazed hard-on (yes, I said it. Get over it.) to grab that pole and make the world beg for more. And sometimes she couldn’t give a shit. Sometimes, she looks at that shiny vertical shaft of steel (or titanium, or brass, or chrome) and all she can think about is how cold it probably is right now. How she’ll have to pull out the yoga mat to warm up. How tired she is. Or how long it would take to change…
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Not Giving in to Not Good Enough
I love girls on chairs almost as much as I love girls on poles. There’s something seriously powerful about watching one of your best friends giving your other best friend a lapdance, just because she can. In that moment, nobody is worrying about how big or small her ass should be. Or how her legs compare to [insert championship pole dancer here]. We’re all just enjoying the absolutely carefree playful spirit permeating the room. We shout dirty jokes as the lapdancer pops her booty in the receivers face until one of them has to “tap out” because she is laughing too damn hard. (NOTE – no pole dancers were harmed…
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Why I Dance (Almost) Naked
Once upon a time… …there was a beautiful and vivacious woman, although she didn’t usually think so, who was diligently folding the laundry. It was late, the house was fairly quiet and she was enjoying the time alone, even if she was stuck doing a few domestic chores. As she slid her fingers across a soft silk bra, one of her favorite songs began to play on the radio. The deep and luscious beat was hypnotic, seeming to beg her hips to move. She looked around, smiling at the guilty thoughts playing across her mind, and gave in to the music. Slowly, slowly, allowing her hips to shift and tilt,…
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For The Love of Socks
Let’s talk about sex [socks], baby Let’s talk about you and me Let’s talk about all the good things and the bad things that may be. ~Salt’n’Peppa Striped or Polka Dotted, Thigh High or Anklets, Cotton or Silk; socks are one of my favorite tools of sensual exploration. And if that sounds dirty, then you’re definitely in the right state of mind. Cold toes suck! Back when I first started pole dancing, I learned my beginner moves barefoot, and I absolutely hated it. I missed my comfy tennis shoes, I missed my ankle support, and I really missed my oh-so-warm socks. Later, after I’d learned how to climb and float…
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Pole Confessions
I have a confession to make… the reason I haven’t posted here for months (YIKES!) is because I finally gave up on trying to resolve the conflict I felt (and still feel to be totally honest) about the direction the pole dancing industry has taken. I regularly feel alone, as if I’m the only pole dancer in the world that actually wants to watch and experience the true sensual nature of this glorious movement. And I have to confess that I gave up. I quit. I simply couldn’t take feeling like I was slowly being left behind by the art form that had changed my life so much. And by…
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Please, Be A Tease
Last night, I put on my thigh high zebra socks, a teeny tiny skirt and matching triangle bikini top. I slid and dragged, lifted and popped, circled and shook — until the air shimmered with my warm breath. The room was dark, tinged with red. The music was heavy, beating with the rhythm of the earth and my heart. The pole was shiny and glorious, as it should be. The rest of the world fell away. No more worries. No more bills. No more work. No more drama or bullshit. Just me and the heat of the moment. The where, the when, the how, and especially the why — don’t…
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Learning To Fly
I was listening to Tom Petty the other day and got more than a little nostalgic when he crooned: I’m learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings Coming down is the hardest thing Yes, I am a child of the 80s & 90s, but more importantly (and less age related), I was thinking of how luscious it felt to fly around my pole for the first time (and every time thereafter). I remembered how much time I spent trying to force something that now feels effortless and filled with joy. Before, I would fight through my entire practice session, kicking and jumping into my flying tricks (a painful &…
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Why “The Other Side” is a Pain in my A**
Oh god. I am on a rampage. If I have to read one more pole article that says “if you notice pain in your wrists or shoulders after pole dancing, just make sure you use the other side” I might just scream. Really, no REALLY? Come on pole advice authors, please consult a physiologist or a book on progressive exercise training. You can’t just “use the other side.” You have to figure out where the injury came from in the first place or all you will be doing is INJURING THE OTHER SIDE! Even better, figure out how to avoid the injury in the first place. Proper Form before Playful…
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Pole Dancing isn’t just about the tricks
I was lamenting on the state of the pole dancing industry when someone asked me why I focus so strongly on being a pole DANCER instead of a pole TRICKSTER (someone who focuses on athletic pole tricks without transitions). Although I recognize how wonderful pole fitness can be when a woman develops her gymnastic ability and strength, I am not in that camp. I do not and will not ever just teach a pole trick. I believe it is the transitions between the tricks that connect a woman with her sensual nature, not just the trick itself. If I cannot evoke an emotional response throughout my dance, then I’m not…
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Dance as you were, as you are, as you wish to be
Have you ever noticed how much we all tend to focus on the mistakes we have made, or the problems we might face. Our lives are filled with perpetual, consuming worries for everything except for what is happening RIGHT NOW. Take a moment and ask yourself if you really have any problems in this EXACT second. Not earlier this morning, or two minutes from now, or tomorrow. But RIGHT NOW. What are you thinking about RIGHT NOW… Do you feel the need to worry about something that’s happening later? But is it really a problem RIGHT NOW? Do you feel the need to worry about something that happened yesterday? But…
