If asked what I thought of, ahem, “dancers” an image of a chick throwing a chair on Jerry Springer would come to mind. My closet trash TV lovers know what I’m talking about: those women who come onstage yelling, tatted up from the rootie to the tootie who would willingly oblige when the audience begin to chant “On the Pole, On the Pole!”
This played over and over as I considered an invitation to a Pole Dancing Birthday Party. My main questions was “How the Eff do they expect me to swing on a pole? It’s a whole lotta me to swing?!” Then I thought oh what the heck, it’s a night out.
I reread the invitation, getting excited as I visited the site for the business. While I tried on different shoes to “dance” in, The Teen watched each pair, mumbling about all of the therapy she would need later in life.
Whatever!
Pole Dancing is hard work, Thick Chick aside. The ladies I’ve seen on TV and a mistaken door in Baltimore are tough cookies! Over twenty of us giggled and joked about working the pole, but the laughs turned to grunts and sighs as we each got a turn on the pole. The coordination needed to not look stiff as you walk around the pole (core tight, on tippy toes!) was tough. By the time the evening was over, I was drenched in sweat, my back was on fire, and I was willingly shelling out money for another session.
While practicing the moves, we were all instructed to embrace our inner beauty and pull from within our sensual side. It was a challenge feeling my sensual side as the radio blared songs about “b*tche*s” and “hoes”; however, as I got comfortable with the new ways to move my body, I begin to add an extra shimmy of the hip here and a shoulder bump there.
After class we all laughed and giggled, trying out the moves we learned. Some of the ladies who were at first timid worked the pole, one even perfecting a smooth “fireman.”
After the soreness wore off, I found myself walking a lot straighter and humming “Hey Big Spender.” Therapy for The Teen aside, I will be back for another class.
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Sounds like you had a fun evening and learned something few of us are brave enough to even consider! Found you thanks to the A-Z Challenge! I really enjoyed this post!
Cheers,
Jen
Interesting point of view that few consider.
Stopping by from the #atozchallenge !
@JLenniDorner
I’m stopping by form the A-to-Z Blogging Challenge.
I half serious/half jokingly told my hubby that when we bought our house, I wanted a pole installed. Our bedroom isn’t big enough & I’d hate to explain to my daughter & her friends why there’s a pole in the living room, so I gave up on the idea. *lol*
Good luck on the next session & the therapy bills for your teen! 🙂
Found you as part of my blog touring homework on the A-Z Blog Challenge, and I LOVED this blog post!!! You are hilarious! I am going to go read your “A” now and I can’t wait to read your “C” tomorrow!
Keep it up!
Dana
Waiter, drink please!
Ha ha ha-I love it! The teen needing therapy later totally made me laugh!
You go girl!
New follower from A-Z.
This had me laughing out loud as I pictured my plus size behind swinging around a pole.
I liked your “Jerry Springer Adventure” story. I would love to take a few lessons and shock my husband!
Hi there. I hope you don’t mind, but I put a link to your page from my A-Z post for Thursday on the letter D. My son chose a random number on the list of participants and yours is 564. Isn’t that nice!
Cheers,
W.
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