Every now and then some random ass thought crosses my mind. Honestly it happens more often then it should. Come to think of it, I might have ADHD. SMH. Something else to have checked out when I get some insurance (I'm sure my employer's insurance company will love me when I sign on). But I digress, like the other night I was rethinking the pole dancing class I took this summer. Only took one class with my cousin. I had been curious but was too chicken to go by myself. When she showed up I realized this was going down . . . so what she had just turned 18, you know these young kids are into crazy things these days. ಠ_ಠ It was a workout class more or less. It encompassed dry humping the floor, presenting "the Goodies", stretching and of course a few moves on the pole.
Side Note: There is nothing wrong with swinging around a pole every now and then. Make that MONEY, honey. But understand that statement just came from a person who has an alter ego who has aspired to be a rump shaker from about four years old. She goes by the name of SILK, The Exotic Dancer.
In my mind I remember one move that I was successful in doing. This means I think I could do it again if given access to a pole . . . MAYBE. I don't know the name for it but you basically swing around the pole backwards. Ohh and I did it and it looked graceful too. Saw that sexy ass reflection in the mirror and decided that I would definately install a pole when I bought my first house. Don't Judge Me. I told myself that I would go back for more classes but got caught up in bellydancing. What can I say, I really like shaking all my giggly parts.
But the point to this story is what I remembered that day. So here it goes . . . After being put in awe as the instructor climbed the pole and booty popped on the ceiling, she told us "you can do that too once you learn how to climb the pole". She was pretty sure we already knew how to pop our thangs. I know I do. ʘ‿ʘ
So she begins to explain that learning how to climb the pole hurts but eventually your thighs callous over so you don't feel the pressure as much.
Wait?!?! Come Again?
I'm too sexy to have callouses in between my thighs. Thank you very much. All this time I have been protecting myself from that fate (you know because of the thick thighs and all). I can't let an enjoyable hobby do me in, right?!?! It's a crazy tradeoff. So my question is if career pole dancers take calloused thighs back home to their significant others? It's kind of hard to glide over something like that . . .but I guess when your in the moment it's possible. But in case you know of a solution where my thighs wouldn't become hard and inflammed, could and would you share? Because I really want to take some pole classes (now that I'm in Choclate City BABY). Hey, I have to be ready when I get that pole in my house.
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