at the intersection of pole dance and writing
Sometimes it all feels like too much: A full-time job. Teaching two pole classes a week. Subbing classes. Taking classes. Preparing for a competition. Running. Physical therapy. The many books I want to read. A blog that doesn’t write itself. An unfinished novel that reminds me constantly what an imposter I am. Twelve months ago, … Continue reading On writing and finding time
I’m competing in November. In some ways, it feels like a first, though it’s not. I’ve competed twice before, but I’ve never been this deliberate about it. I’m not uber-proud of those performances, and it’s truly a horrible feeling. I love pole—and I have nothing to show for it. Hello ego, my old friend. I … Continue reading This time will be different: PSO Northeast 2022
My physical therapist once said to me, “You have a really high tolerance for pain.” I was lying on my back on her treatment table as she kneaded a stainless steel scraping tool into my shoulder. As she worked, she implored, “Just let me know if this is too much.” I was at her clinic … Continue reading Pole dance, pain tolerance, and privilege
I’ve never had the pleasure of feeling it, even as someone who gets on a pole and performs it. People start pole for different reasons. Some are drawn in by the crazy athletic feats, as I originally was; others want to find a home within their bodies, which means getting in touch with their sexy … Continue reading I don’t feel sexy when I pole dance
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