Showing posts with label Pole dancing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pole dancing. Show all posts

Friday, February 13, 2009

It's the Little Things in Life


I didn't get to go pole dancing last Saturday because my party put me way out of commission. Like my friend that was staying with me over the weekend said "The last thing in the world I want to be doing right now is hanging upside down from a stripper pole." Lying down was too much motion for us, there was no way it was going to happen.

It's been rescheduled though, no worries. But I'm still nervous about the class considering how unsuccessful I am at performing anything that looks remotely sexy. But then, a miracle of miracles happened and I regained my confidence. Katelynn from The Real World Brooklyn busted out her pole dancing moves in the most recent episode. I've provided the video above for your amusement. And to celebrate Friday the 13th, because this is crazy scary. There's nothing like an awkward transgendered drunk girl humping a support beam to boost your self esteem. Like my friend said, "She needs to get her roots done. If you are going to be a girl than be a girl."

I mean, at least I'll look better than this right? Fingers crossed.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Between Lapdance 101 and Intro to Platform Heels

Tim: Btw, whats up with the stripper classes? You learning new things for the BF or thinking of a career change?

Me: It's a pole dancing class, not a stripper class.

Tim: Pole dancing = stripper class

Me: Haha. I'm taking it for fun. That, and a belly dancing class.

Tim: Yes.... pole dancing + belly dancing definitely = stripper curriculum

Me: Hey, we are in a recession. I've heard it pays the bills.

Tim: I love that NY Times article saying that men still pay for strippers even when the economy is in the tank.

Me: SEE! Strippers are like cockroaches. They will be the last ones standing when the world ends.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Working Girl

These are the instructions for the pole dancing class I signed up for with a friend of mine. Apparently I need to find three songs I can strip to and six-inch heels. I particularly like the last line "There is no judgment allowed in our classes, of others or ourselves." I wonder if I can get that as a tattoo on my body somewhere: No Judgment Allowed.

Of course, I would be exempt from following that rule. Obvi.