My new blog...

I'm starting this blog sort of as a journal of my journey, my trip into pole dancing that started in 2006.

I became a pole addict when I turned 30. It started when I was in a Borders bookstore and saw a copy of Sheila Kelley's book about her new idea 'The S Factor' Strip Workouts for Every Woman. I was fascinated as I looked at all of the black-and-white photos of Sheila in these incredibly sexy and sensual poses on the floor and then on a chair and then on...a pole! Incredible!

My mom and sister and I were planning a weekend trip to Vegas for my 30th birthday and as I was browsing through all of the entertainment items and things to do while we were there, I stumbled on "Stripper 101" and in no time registered and paid for my 1 1/2 hour class on how to learn to spin on the pole and give a lap dance...FUN!!! I think it was about 40 bucks or so but it could have been $100 and I would have paid it so great was the fascination.

Now mind you, I had no interest in learning how to be a stripper or go to topless clubs and dance or anything like that...but what appealed was that it spoke to my femininity, my inner woman, my sexy, sensual and fun side. Something about it all called to me, and I don't know if I will ever be able to fully describe that.

I have been on this journey, sometimes stopping, sometimes dreaming about starting again, sometimes diving back in and feeling it in every muscle of my body the next day. It is demanding; it demands your energy and attention and creativity, your strength, your sweat, your passions. It embodies you as you learn to melt your skin with that sweaty stainless steel and use muscles you didn't realize you needed for that position or hold. It bruises you, breaks you down in frustration at times, challenges every fear you have and gives you the most exhilarating high when you finally get it. It brings out tears and creates butterflies inside and scares the crap out of you when you feel yourself slipping; it stands there silent and calls you when you are lonely and sad and embraces you, cold and unforgiving at first, then warm and challenging as you start to dance with it.

That's my pole.