Pole Dancing isn’t just about the tricks
I was lamenting on the state of the pole dancing industry when someone asked me why I focus so strongly on being a pole DANCER instead of a pole TRICKSTER (someone who focuses on athletic pole tricks without transitions).
Although I recognize how wonderful pole fitness can be when a woman develops her gymnastic ability and strength, I am not in that camp. I do not and will not ever just teach a pole trick. I believe it is the transitions between the tricks that connect a woman with her sensual nature, not just the trick itself. If I cannot evoke an emotional response throughout my dance, then I’m not interested in dancing; and serial pole tricks do not evoke emotion in me.
Whenever I see a pole Trickster, I find my mind wandering. Yes, the flawless execution is impressive. Yes, the difficulty is obvious. But it’s still the same tricks, over and over and over again. Instead of noticing the way she accentuates the curve of her hip or the luscious shadow of the hair falling down her back, I consider her gymnastic execution; her fitness & stretching routine, her training regimen. Of course she is beautiful, impressive even, but I want to see the movement of life breathing through her, the spark of humanity, the hypnotic fire of creativity that burns through a dancer. I know it’s there, but I just can’t see it.
I certainly agree that being a pole Trickster is a great way to get in shape. It’s a phenomenal and powerful activity that many awesome and wonderful woman do with their bodies. But it’s not what I want. And to answer the question of why, I wrote this response to a friend of mine. It’s rather raw, and starts off with a doozy, but if you wanted butterflies and lily pads, you probably wouldn’t be reading my blog anyway.
Fuck pole dancing, but not in the way you think.
The pole is a prop, a gimmick. It’s the feeling of pure sensuality that I am after. The afterglow of the dance is like the afterglow of sex. I want to feel beautiful, luscious, delicious. Circles of erotic bliss. I want the space to be vulnerable again.
I tire of being hard. Hard at work, hard at home, hard in traffic. I am not a man and have no wish to be. I am the force that bends instead of breaks; the life that flows instead of shatters. My heart is transparent because my tears fill it’s soul.
Being at work fights my nature. No, I fight my nature when I’m at work. My lover requests for my return to dance. He wishes to see what only a woman in raw movement can show him. But this vision, this truth is available only when a woman remembers herself. She experiences life with flaws, weaknesses, strength, mistakes, emotions, and creation.
Reality is not about perfection; this is man’s lie, one he tells himself. The sun, moon, and stars have NEVER given us perfection, only natural cosmic coincidence. All things work in harmony because of their inherent chaos.
I am a living contradiction, strength and weakness personified in one body. A living mass of confusion that somehow remains in balance and lives — breathes even. Whereas a rock, a flawless diamond with the most intricate and perfect structure, highly prized for this logical and regular pattern of atoms, lacks a soul.
The one requirement of life is that it is NEVER perfect, never done. No matter how many times it has tried, life must continue the struggle or give up.
Enjoy your struggle, your dance of sensuality, and recognize the amount of passion you nurture to be truly ALIVE each and every day.
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