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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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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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Pole Cliques Suck Red Scrunchies!
I’ve spent the last 6 months in a partial Pole coma. I pulled back from the glittering visions of pole performance after pole performance. I stopped going to conferences and competitions. I stopped watching hours of pole dancing on youtube. I stopped paying attention to who was opening up which studio where. I also almost stopped teaching completely, although a couple of my die hard students refused to let me go. (Thanks ladies, you know who you are) All because I didn’t want to deal with the intense drama anymore. I have felt so blessed to see the awesome art of pole dance grow and blossom from a fire…
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Going to Therapy and up Chucking the rules
I was reading an article from my sweet friend Poleskivvies about how posting videos to Youtube has made her suddenly body conscious and feeling the need for therapy. And I felt compelled to plunk my big ass down on the therapy couch right next to her. Jennifer says… “God, how I hate telling you this. Why? Because it’s a body image thing. And I’m supposed to be over that. I’m supposed to be all confident in how I look and never have a weak moment about it. Yea, right.” Now, you all know how much I love my ass. I talk about it all the time. How it used to…
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Naked Inspiration, the Bare Essentials
Today I was reminded of how critical it is to pay attention to all the stuff you actually give a shit about. Otherwise you miss all the phenomenal experiences that life is trying to give you. (because sometimes it’s difficult to figure out what YOU care about when your boss, your peers, and the TV are demanding you do totally different things) So how do you know what is really important and what’s just bullshit? I started my day off by sharing this on Facebook: I’m going to quietly grumble in my cubicle this morning. :S (I couldn’t even manage to spell “grumble”) …and ended it by celebrating an evening…
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How to Give a Lapdance without Beheading Your Partner PT2
Lapdancing, it’s the mysterious private show that happens [booming announcer voice] BEHIND THE WALL in the VIP strip club. It’s also one of my absolute favorite types of exotic dance. I’m going to share my secret weapons with you that can help you give a tantalizing, mesmerizing, sensual lapdance. But first, I want to demystify a few things. Because giving a great lapdance isn’t as much about a following a set of rules as it is about making the choices that turn you and your partner on. Lapdancing does not require a special chair Lazyboy or a recliner; arms or no arms; chair, couch, or bed. It really doesn’t matter…
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How to Give a Lapdance without Beheading Your Partner PT1
Okay, it’s time for me to make a confession. I LOVE giving a lapdance to a deserving guy. But, I used to have a terrible time finding anyone who was willing to volunteer for the role of lap. Seriously, I couldn’t get a man to smile at me, let alone ask me out for coffee. I would wander around looking at all the happy couples cooing and cuddling with each other and feel isolated, rejected, and confused. I constantly questioned why I was always alone. And usually ended up blaming some random body part. ‘Oh my butt is too big’ (it’s not). Oh my hips are too wide’ (they aren’t).…
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Stripper Wisdom, Profuse Swearing, and Lao Tzu
I swear a lot in this post and talk straight up about stripping, so if you don’t like that kind of stuff, then clickty click to google and find something more wholesome. In case you didn’t know already, I’ve got a soft spot for real strippers. And not just because they created the rich and beautiful art form that I love (pole & exotic dance)… But also because a real stripper understands an honest days work, just like you do. Consider exactly what a stripper does… in corporate lingo… A stripper provides immediate value to her customers upfront (by dancing on that huge stage FOR FREE). Then, she uses her…
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If You Touch my Yoohoo, I’ll Kick Your Cookie
Quiver, mantrap, rosebud, jewel, cake, snatch, artichoke, venus mound, sugar basin, clamshell. How many ways are there to describe the female sex organs? Literally hundreds! I have a whole book filled with awesome dirty words and I promise not to repeat the same one twice. But why do we feel it’s necessary to hide behind innuendo and misdirection when all we are really trying to say is vagina, labia, clitoris, and vulva. Shit, I use these words so infrequently that I actually had to look up the correct spelling. Why does our current culture still pretend that woman are Barbie dolls with big boobs, no hips, and a smooth crease…
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6 ways Bette Davis can inspire your pole dancing style and your life
1. Don’t be afraid to act like a bad girl Bette Davis was know for her “willingness to play unsympathetic roles.” Some of her most acclaimed characters were an adulterous murderer, a Jezebel, and a prostitute. Give yourself the time and space to play with the darker parts of your personality. Everybody has them. Don’t bottle your emotions when you feel angry, powerful, or hungry for something naughty. Accept them. Welcome them. You can still feel your authentic nature without responding or acting in a negative manner. Instead cultivate your Femme Fatale, your Huntress, your Evil Queen. There’s nothing wrong with playing in the dirt as long as you define…
