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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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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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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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Cross My Heart or Suck My B*lls
I’ve been thinking a lot about The Rules lately. You know, The Rules that “help” you decide what’s right and wrong. The Rules that “explain” how you have to do this, or buy that, to ever have a chance to be beautiful, sexy, healthy, successful, or just plain average. The Rules that say you’ve got to listen to all the “experts,” go to college, and become a mindless drone in some big huge corporation that thinks your name is j88456. God forbid you want to have a good time in your 20’s. And forget fun in your 30’s or 40’s because your fucking 401k isn’t big enough yet. So just…
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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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Permission to Wander
A Personal Story When I was in high school, my friends and I used to pile into the car on Friday nights and deliberately try to get lost. We would simply choose a freeway, drive until we didn’t recognize any of the street names, and then get off at a random exit. Then we’d either drive around some dark small town telling ghost stories or try to figure out why people were always moving their sofas in the middle of the night. (I swear we saw somebody moving furniture at least once a month) Eventually we’d stop at a well-lit greasy spoon for a midnight snack and ask around for…
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Embracing Feminine Power
Penis Envy, Pshaw! This week has been a series of lessons about learning to respond to life as a woman, instead of a woman trying to keep up with the men in her life. After over 25 years in the “corporate” world, I’ve finally discovered that I don’t have to prove to my boss that my… ahem… member…. is bigger than his. I always thought that the only way to communicate with the difficult men in my life was to speak to them from their own level. I spent many years perfecting my ability to erase my femininity at work and replace it with a masculine facade that would give…
