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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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Fear the Road, Not the Dreams
[Day 25 of 30]: I’m still writing. I almost can’t believe it. It’s a struggle to sit down, find a prompt, and fill a page with words. I usually hate the words, but appreciate the stolen moments with my MUSE. And I’ve learned something. Nobody sees the world the same way as me. Not really a huge epiphany at first blush. But what it means (at least to me) is that there is a point to all this scribbling and typing. There’s a point to suffering through broken thoughts and story ideas that I can barely get on paper. Every day I get better at describing the way I see…
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A Cup Of Restraint
[Day 24 of 30]: I’m taking a little break, not from writing all together, but from short stories, vignette scenes, and fiction. Sometimes the MUSE has something deeper to say in fewer words. Sometimes I’m lazy. I’m not sure which category this poem falls under, but somehow I think it’s both. PS – I did figure out exactly what I want to do with my Shattered Souls story. And I’m doing a lot mor planning this weekend then I’ve ever done on a novel before. I can’t wait to see what my MUSE is going to show me next. Yippee! Writer’s Prompt: Create a story, poem, or any other piece…
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Always the Same BS
[Day 23 of 30]: While my MUSE contemplates the changes I’ve envisioned for Shattered Souls, I’ve decided to come up with new story ideas. I can’t promise anything will come from these small scenes, but I want to explore the words and images that barrage my mind. Every time I drive home, I feel the sensual world around me and hope that someday I can express what I feel in words. One day… Writer’s Prompt: describe the beginning of an ordinary day for your main character. Rose stepped over another broken bottle. She enjoyed hearing the glass crunch beneath her boots and she stomped hoping for another satisfying pop. Rose…
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A Writer, a Translator, and a Wookie Walk into a Bar
[Day 22 of 30]: It’s not the writing that scares me today. It’s the exposure. Of who I am and what I think. I’m afraid people will read what I write and judge me….Because it’s true. But more than feeling not good enough (because I’ve been working on that in one guise or another all my life), I think I feel scared to be the creator of conflict that wasn’t there before. I have spent a large part of my life trying to not be the source of conflict. And yet, here I am, writing — a task which I wholeheartedly believe requires a deep understanding of conflict. Writers create…
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Whats Your Secret?
[Day 21 of 30]: I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I finally figured out why my MUSE has been getting stuck so often while writing the Shattered Soul’s scenes. I have realized that my main characters just don’t have real, emotion inducing conflict keeping them from their goals. They go about their daily lives and barely notice the antagonist that I’ve created. They take easily achievable steps toward their goals and nothing seems to stand in their way for very long. This is great for real life, but takes the excitement out of my story arc. The bad news is that I haven’t…
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The Calm before the Cat Fight
[Day 20 of 30]: In a world of writer’s block, I am still trying to kill my characters off by Zombie infestation. However, they keep fighting back… and winning. I might just have to accept defeat and continue with my original story line. However, tomorrow is another day…. of writing. Hail to the MUSE! Writer’s Prompt: Describe the aftermath. Who is still angry, who is still jealous, and who is still looking for a little nooky? Sera waited outside for her cab. She picked pieces of bone and small chunks of flesh out of her hair and threw them into the street. Her favorite dress was a complete disaster. The…
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Random Zombie Fight
[Day 19 of 30]: I’m slowly learning that the best way to get my MUSE to show up every day is to stop censoring her when she gets a little crazy. Unfortunately for me, that means when I get frustrated, my MUSE thinks that random zombie fights solve all my ills. This scene started out perfect fine, but, as I was writing, I got frustrated and upset because I’m still stuck on how I want to change this story’s plot arc. From what I’ve figured out so far, I already have to rewrite a lot of the scenes I’ve created for it, just so it’ll make sense later. So, halfway…
