This weekend I went with "my girls" to a pole dancing exercise class. Yes, pole dancing. And I have to tell you, I have a newfound respect for strippers (to augment the respect I already had), because that is ONE F-ING HELL OF A WORKOUT!!!
So, the class started off in a good place. It was pretty cool because you're getting in touch with your sensuality, exploring your comfortability with yourself...all good stuff, all fine and good.
And then we get to the pole. That's apparently where my comfortability with myself comes to a crashing, bruising, violent halt. You take one foot and wrap it around the pole while swinging and grabbing the other leg to hold your body on the pole. It's like Gumby doing the hokey-pokey. (if Gumby was a stripper.)
Well, after all the other girls did it, it looked easy enough, and hell I danced for 16 years, I can do anything! So, I step up to the pole, put my hands in position, swing around, and bang my shin so FREAKIN hard I almost started crying right there! Sensuality my ass! I feel more sensual during electrolysis. And this was the BASIC pole trick, the basis for all further pole dancing, and everybody could do it... BUT ME!!!
If this was A Chorus Line, I would be Tricia (she's the first one to get cut after she sings " I really need this job". And you know what, I PLAYED Tricia once!!! Oh, I hate how the universe knows me so well sometimes!!!).
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment