Tuesday, 24 June 2014

I've lost my Pole Mojo

I finally have to confess and it hurts to say it... I've lost my Pole Dancing mojo.

I have no motivation, no inspiration, and definitely no desire to Pole Dance. I want to cry, it's just so sad to no longer desire something that made me feel so alive, so sensual, so vital.

Two months ago everything stopped, not just pole dancing, everything I took time out to do for myself came to an abrupt and unplanned halt. Huge unexpected family dramas, internal and external to my little family of four, smashed into me with all the ensuing emotion, stress, and definitely overwhelming chaos.

I've just had to ride it out while finding answers for myself during this time and I've been terribly, terribly sad. I spent the first month crying many times each and every day. I could feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into a very sad state and have been struggling with figuring out how to find my way out.

I think time has helped plenty.

Time spent thinking, feeling, talking, lots of talking, and then even more talking, and I'm finding myself starting to look forward and planning ahead. I don't cry as frequently, maybe weekly now, but I am nowhere near my happy place yet and I'm only now starting to find joy in the simplest of things again.

The last few days I've felt change starting.
I'm at an emotionally stable place where I can start to put in to practice the things I tell others when they seek my advice:

It's time to stop the tears.
It's time to take the steps.
It's time to find my happy again.

I have to start doing things for myself again, even when I don't feel like it. I know with time and self nurturing the joy will come back, the happiness will return, and to top it off I will get my mojo back. All I have to do is make a start.

So what have I done to get things started. You ready for this?

I bought black leather over the knee boots. Oh, yes I did!
I bought a nice red dress with black leather strips through it. Oh, yes I did!
I bought some lovely underwear, the kind with bling on it. Oh, yes I did!
And I'm actually planning on wearing it to an event this weekend.
It looks much better on, will try to take a pic when dressed up :)
While I'm carrying more weight than I'm comfortable with, comfort eating when sad is such an unforgiving bitch, I'm pulling this ensemble together in the hope that even though I don't feel it, or think I look it, maybe I can fake it. Maybe I can fake confidence, maybe I can fake sexy, maybe I can fake happiness. I've got to try because I need to move from where I am at the moment.

And as much as I have no desire to do anything physical, I miss how it made me feel.
I miss what I could do. I miss my fitness. I miss dancing. I miss my pole. I miss dancing sexily, using my strength and muscles, wearing heels, sweating, moving, lifting and swaying, finding that incredibly sensual side to dancing, I miss all that and more.
My abandoned pole. Must change that soon :)
And I've missed dancing with like minded people most of all. I've stayed away from my pole family because I just couldn't burden them. I couldn't bring my sadness near them, infect them with negativity, it's so contagious. I needed to work through this, I still need to work through this, and I am. I will see them for the first time this weekend as we head out to the Queensland Pole Championships as a large group. I've scored VIP at the primo table on the night, yep I got lucky. I'm actually looking forward to it too, seeing the ladies and watching the performers, some of whom I've poled with, yeah I'm sorta rubbing shoulders with known and soon-to-be-known people in my pole world.

Mostly, I'm hoping being at this event and seeing my pole family will help re-ignite that spark, or set me willingly on the path to strap on my pole shoes, crank up the music, and get dancing dirty again. I think I need it, it gives me that balance, that mental energy to cope with anything, and definitely that spark in my eyes that hints of the naughty things I'm capable of.

So while I'm not 'back', I'm skirting the fringes looking for a way in, ready to find a way in.
I'll get there, I just need to be patient with myself, be gentle, and give those I love time. We'll all get there in the end.

Hopefully I'll find myself willingly swinging off a pole once more.

I'll keep you in the loop.

Wednesday, 30 April 2014

Review - Fisiocrem

Regular Grip And Squeeze readers will know I've just come off a five month injury. I did a pretty decent job tearing the ligaments around the inner part of my right elbow. – Medial Epicondylitis, also known as golfer’s elbow; I think we should seriously investigate having that renamed to Poler’s Elbow.

During the five month recovery I've not been able to pole, no lifting things with my right hand, and trying to rest it as much as I could… which is a nightmare when you are right hand dominant, seriously dominant.

Part of my treatment regime included massage, icing, gentle stretching, and at one point dry needling. Over the course of the five months one treatment was a constant because it helped so much, and that was the use of fisiocrem.
Apart from poling, blogging, crappy selfie taking, and occasional bursts of awesomeness, I'm a football (soccer)/futsal mum and a dance mum. Muscular injury, muscular aches, and the associated pains are nothing new in my household.

For many years we'd used a different product that enabled you to smell us before we arrived, cleared out your sinus passages quick smart, made you feel as though your skin was on fire, and occasionally would somehow end up in your eyes, even after you thoroughly washed your hands, twice.

Fisiocrem is almost the opposite. The smell is subtle, which is nice if you’re still trying to live a life away from any sort of poling or sport scene. You can actually smell your perfume/manfume and not be overwhelmed by the smell of the cream.

With fisiocrem you don’t feel as though your skin is melting into your muscles from the heat. Sometimes I get a gentle warming sensation in my muscle, sometimes it’s a cool sensation. I don’t know why there is a difference or what causes it, its luck of the draw but neither is unpleasant or makes you feel uncomfortable.

The makers do tout the natural ingredients; it is free of hydroxybenzoates and parabens, and delivers a high level of active plant extracts. I’m fortunate to not be affected by any sensitivity to ingredients, but holistically I can see this as a bonus. No nasty’s to worry about if you do end up using it over the longer term as I have and continue to do.

I do find it great to help with relieving that muscular ache we're notorious for getting from overuse or fatigue.

It's easy enough to use. Apply a generous amount, half to one teaspoon, and gently massage in to the affected area a few times a day. With my footballer son I generally back this up with icing, my dancer daughter usually gets a leg massage applying it to the achy muscle underneath the massage oil. Both kids prefer it to any other ones we’ve used in the past.

One tip, I do keep mine in my poling bag and find it nice to massage in the sore muscle prior to my long'ish drive home.  
Thank goodness for my poling bag, hides all my ‘need’ stuff.

Monday, 7 April 2014

Review - Rockin LEGS n' ABS with Cleo The Hurricane

Three days ago I decided I should actually ‘do’ the Rockin Legs n’ Abs with Cleo The Hurricane DVD if I wanted to review it properly. 
DVD cover
Three days ago I had no muscular aches, tenderness, or soreness whatsoever. Three days ago I could not distinguish between my hamstring muscles, my adductors, or my glutes. Three days ago I was a normal, reasonably healthy, though not as fit as I used to be (through injury), pole dancing blogger.

Today, three days AFTER doing Cleo The Hurricane’s Rockin Legs n’ Abs DVD, I’m reminded of my own mortality with every bend, twist, turn, step, squat, or sneeze. I’m reminded how good it is to be alive. I’m reminded that I have muscles for a reason. And I am reminded I should use them more, push them harder, and the ache I’m feeling now really does hurt so damn good. 
Cleo left me destroyed, for a while, in a good way
Rockin Legs n’ Abs with Cleo The Hurricane is a one hour fitness DVD broken on to nine chapters. Each chapter addresses specific muscle groups or activities:
Chapter 1 – Warm-up, Chapter 2 – Rockin’ Legs, Chapter 3 – Abs of Steel, Chapter 4 - Bangin’ Buns, Chapter 5 – Kick Ass Quads, Chapter 6 – Lunges and High Kicks, Chapter 7 – Advanced Leg Holds, Chapter 8 – Maximum Flexibility - Middle Splits, and Chapter 9 – Maximum Flexibility – Front Splits.

It’s not a necessity to do the full one hour program, as I did for the review, to obtain benefit. Cleo suggests selecting the warm up chapter plus four chapters per session, then doing them four times per week. I agree the benefits will be incredible in doing just that and as your strength, flexibility, or time available allows, you can do more.

Now the DVD itself is free from distraction, high quality, and thoughtful in its use of multi angle coverage. It’s easy to see how the moves and sequences should be done even if it is challenging to do them when you’re as out of shape as I am. There is minimal and basic instruction on positioning, angling, or corrections, it’s pretty much follow what Cleo does and listen when she speaks. Common sense prevails as always – work at your own pace, push to your limit, if it hurts pull back or stop.

I will confess I cannot get my feet up near my ears as the women on the DVD could, but I got them as high as I was able and held them as long as I could, as instructed. I struggled with the fan kick in the Lunges and High Kicks sequences, I just couldn’t co-ordinate them so I repeated the side kick. I know with time I’ll have the fitness, co-ordination, and skill to be able to do them as the DVD ladies do.

There is no shame in using the remote control to repeat, pause, or see how much longer you have to go. Likewise having a neighbour, loved one, or ambulance on speed dial… just in case.

Oh, it needs to be said this is not a pole dancing DVD or pole fitness DVD. You don’t need a pole at all in fact, you don’t wear heels, and there is no dance moves to learn. There is a section where a chair is used for balance, but if you do have a pole accessible you can use that. 
The ladies using chairs... and giving you a shot of flexibility to aim for
Rockin Legs n’ Abs is a fitness DVD focusing on strength and flexibility. Cleo’s background includes ballet, fitness training, pole dancing, teaching, winning championships, and being awesome. She is one of my Australian pole crushes and I will admit her DVD kicked my arse and gave me the motivational wakeup call I needed to get on with it.  

Yes, I will definitely be doing Rockin LEGS n' ABS with Cleo The Hurricane DVD again and I’m looking forward to her new DVD to see her progression as a fitness educator and producer of quality fitness DVD’s.

Click on the following link to purchase your own copy of Cleo's DVD: Pole Fitness World

Monday, 31 March 2014

Blog Hop, March - A Reveal

The theme of this months PDBA blog hop gives the poling blogger two options to explore. We could either interview someone within our pole world or write a personal revelation that our audience may not know.

I still consider myself too much of a 'newbie' within the pole world to chase after an interview. My own knowledge base isn't sufficient to ask questions and explore issues with some degree of insight or intelligence. After reading some fellow PDBA member's blog hop's I have decided to take the plunge and write a reveal about myself.

I do agree with some of my colleagues that to reveal something unknown is to show our reader more of ourselves than perhaps we are comfortable with. We position ourselves in a place where we may be rejected, may lose a reader, or be criticized. It's quite a leap of faith and trust on both sides and a hope of acceptance.

Most bloggers who write a personal blog, like mine, are often decried as over-sharers, and I have no problem with that. If I didn't want you to know I wouldn't tell you, and I sincerely believe you're savvy enough a reader that if you weren't interested you wouldn't waste your time reading it.

With regard to over sharing you better believe there is so much more to me that I haven't revealed: because I don't want to, don't need to, or just don't consider it anyone's business - in the nicest possible and inoffensive way of course.

I have previously written a blog post titled About Me in my other blog Embracing Cliche. Clicking on the title will link you to these specific sites. Most of the information is still relevant even though it's almost one year old.

I am kind of nervous in writing this reveal. Not nervous about being judged, I honestly believe what you think and what your opinions may be are absolutely no business of mine. They belong to you and are yours and yours alone.

I'm nervous because it isn't something too widely known. It is personal. It is sort of intimate. I will confess that I don't necessarily blurt it out because I am more than just this one facet of my life.

So, what is my reveal?

I write short stories, erotic fiction short stories, short stories about sex, sex scenes in explicit detail.

How was that for you? Had you already guessed? Did you anticipate something more salacious? Do you feel let down? I hope not. I hope you just go "Oh, okay" and be okay with it. It's just something that I enjoy, stretches my brain in a creative direction, and gives me great satisfaction with regards to how it is received.
My erotic fiction writing is not debauched, not violent, not debased. Not that there is anything wrong with that, if that's your kind of thing. No, my erotic fiction is gentle, consensual, explicit, heterosexual sex scenes pretty much. The scenarios I favour tend more towards the older woman, younger man, of course. I see my erotic fiction writing as an extension of my own fantasies in which the characters and scenes I explore in my head end up taking on their own personalities and guide me through what they would like to do in their own story.

Because I only write short scenes as it were, the stories are limited in what is involved. I keep the descriptive features of the characters to a minimum so the reader can immerse themselves into that role and take on the scenario they're reading, to truly enjoy the scene. However the scene's and sexual interactions are very explicit and detailed.

The feedback I've received right from even before I started publishing these stories has been overwhelmingly positive. University lecturers, published authors, other wanna be writer's like me, all gave me encouragement and support to write and to publish, to just get it out in the public domain.

Readers have had me in tears with the feedback they've given me. Women who have been sexually damaged have taken time out to let me know for the first time in a long time they've felt arousal, or stimulation, and motivation to contemplate fantasising about sex themselves again. That in itself has been the best reward.

So there you have it, March's Blog Hop - My reveal. I pole, I blog, and occasionally I'll even write a pretty decent sex scene.

Wednesday, 19 March 2014

Burlesque - First time ever

I have finally taken the plunge and started Burlesque dancing lessons.

Burlesque is something I have been skirting around for a few years now. Stalking websites, blogs, Facebook pages, to find out more of what is on offer where I live. Of course there's bugger all on offer where I live, nothing new there, but life circumstances i.e. kids older and more able to fend for themselves, I can opt out for an evening alone and know they won't die without me.

So I have signed up for a six week course titled "Easy, Breezy, Beautiful Burlesque" and it's appropriate for beginners, which is definitely what they're getting with me.

I drive an hour to get to the venue, yes I'm nothing if not committed, and then last night I spent twenty five minutes, yep TWENTY FIVE, driving around looking for a place to park. Inner city parking sucks the big one of an evening. Eventually I found a Pay car park and basically went "Fuck it!" it was $8 and I'd probably spent that already driving around wasting fuel. I found a spot and will admit I sat in the car and had a bit of a weep. I was frustrated and very late, and annoyed, and nervous, and honestly ready to just drive back home.

I grabbed my bag and quickly walked the dark scary street to the back door of the venue and rang the phone number on it to be let in. I forgot to get my instructors direct number so rang the numbers pasted to the door in a random order. A nice lady from the group doing lyra let me in.

The gorgeous instructor, Eva Vivacia, took one look at me and just hugged me. So I'm guessing I must've looked like frazzled shit, but I was there and there was no running away now - they'd all spotted me.

There were eight of us I think, I believe I'm once again the oldest but I'm used to that now and really am okay with it.

The first thing that struck me about the other ladies was a) they all wore black heels, and b) they all dressed up and wore make up and looked great. Some had on work out shorts but under them wore seamed stockings, our instructor wore stay ups, I think I may have been the only bare legged one there. Some ladies wore skirts, most were pulling off the vintage chic thing. I had on cropped pants, oh and I was in sandals. I wasn't sure initially if I could move in my low heels well enough.

Eva quickly ran through the chorey and I caught on quick. The song I'd already been listening to in the car so was familiar with the wording Eva would refer to as movement cues.

 Quickly the class moved on with additional chorey and run throughs. I was felling quite confident by the second run that I pulled out my shoes. So the shoe visual kinda went black, black, black, black, black, black, black... RED!
Shoes - Red, low heel, playing it safe
There was a lot of hip swinging, chest thrusting, sexual innuendo and suggestiveness. Very different to the type of pole dancing I do and that's not a bad thing, that's why I'm doing this. I want to bring that suggestiveness into my own style of pole dancing. I love sexy pole dance, I enjoy it, I'm very comfortable with it, but I feel I need to bring in more and that solution for me is through Burlesque.

The lesson was over too quickly, then I realised I had missed half of it driving around looking for a park. Today I find I've already forgotten half of the chorey, but it'll come back quick with a few run throughs next week. Might even record myself as a memory jog.

There was talk of a strappy gown to be worn at performance, and someone mentioned pasties *gulp*
It was just a snippet and I didn't catch it all, so I'm not sure what that all means. I'll keep you updated on that one as the weeks go by. Burlesque dancing is one thing, stripping and then stripping down to pasties... oh my - way, way, way out of my comfort zone and not sure I'm ready to go there. No point getting all concerned until I get the full story and I will definitely let you know.

So here is a pic of me "Baby Burlesque'er" doing the basic burlesque pose - The Burlesque Stand To Attention: one hip out, boobs out, one knee bent, one hand grabs your butt and the other your waist. It hurts your hip after a while, so that's a new flexibility and strength action to add to the repertoire of being bendy and strong. I'm still new at all this so in a years time who knows what the hell that pic will look like with more practice and more experience?
The Burlesque "Stand to Attention" pose
And just for a bit of a jolly between you and me, I thought you might like to see some selfie fail pics.
I really, really, really don't know how the young 'uns do it you know, They always seem so put together and working it. Not me, it's a challenge at the best of times!

Selfie fails... will I ever win at this evil activity?

Monday, 17 March 2014

Pole and Aerial All Stars 2014

Pole and Aerial All Stars 2014 is the very FIRST pole competition I have ever witnessed in real life. Real life as in bum on the seat watching with my own two eyes, hearing and feeling the loud music pulse over me, hearing the occasional grunt from a performer, the Emcee's funnies, and applauding so hard I though my palms would bruise.

The comp had been on my radar for a few months, my physio actually mentioned there was a new competition being held in Melbourne to try to get the best of the best together to compete, this conversation was well before the end of 2013. So I kept my eyes open on social media sites and before long information slowly started trickling out through the event's Facebook page.

I booked the venue immediately and was stoked at where my seats were. Fortunately with my birthday being a week after the competition I could justify it as a birthday gift from the family, not that I ever needed to justify anything I do. But it was as good an excuse as any.

The plane fare from Brisbane to Melbourne was the killer. I had procrastinated and left it too late to get the cheaper flights, but managed to score some not too steep ones the week before flying out.
It's all about making sure you have the right bag for the occasion :)
Arriving Friday evening a quick recon from the hotel, which was in the heart of Melbourne city, to the Forum theatre and I knew exactly where I'd be going the following Saturday night. 

The Forum, Melbourne

A few hours wandering the streets of Melbourne, listening to the sounds coming from the little laneways, pubs, bars, taverns and restaurants. I just delighted in the atmosphere of it all. It was noisy but relaxed and I really liked that.

The laneways are alive with food and noise
The hotel I was staying in was in the middle of a refurbishment, even that was kinda cool too.
One of the winding hallways mid refurb
I was put in a 'wing' that had already been done up. I'm a woman of basic needs, it was clean, it was tidy, and it had a super clean bathroom, so I was thrilled.
Neat, clean & tidy... perfect
Saturday was spent exploring Melbourne CBD. Kilometre upon kilometre, upon kilometre was walked. I was the quintessential tourist, rubber necking, taking random pics of random things, inundating my Facebook friends with images that I thought were cool. I didn't stray too far and made it back in time for a quick nap before getting ready for the evening.

Dressed and ready to go it was time. I had packed the wrong pantyhose, so bare legged I went, no one noticed because the shoes were awesome.
The ensemble for the evening
It took less than five minutes, and those five minutes were walked in an almost six inch heel, to get to the Forum.

I love my shoes <3
At the foyer of the Forum the stalls were set up. For sale was an array of poling wear, magazines, poling products, and DVD's.   

The interior of the Forum was quite decadent. I'm no good with architectural era's but there was a lot of ornate wood panelling, marble, baroque carpet, chandeliers, muted lighting, and a sense of old world opulence. I liked it. Like most theatres it could always do with a spruce up and good spit and polish but nonetheless it was holding its own.

The time came to take our seats. I realised I'd made a mistake in my seat selection I was sixth row back which made me amazingly close, but on the flat. I'm only short so I really did miss quite a bit of floor work with the bigger than me people sitting in front of me. I did crane my neck quite a bit, sit on my leg to lift myself up, so I didn't miss too much, but I did miss some things. I know for next time and will select all the wiser for it.

The competition itself was brilliant. The Pole and Aerial competitors were by invitation only so the standard was extremely high, incredibly professional, and definitely show worthy.

This is the first time I've actually seen the polers whose names I have been reading about, following on Facebook or watching on YouTube. These are the people who I've listened to for tips and advice, and these are the people who make me proud to be part of the Pole Dancing community in Australia.

I won't describe the competition in too much detail, there is plenty of video and photos if you just do a Google search for Pole and Aerial All Stars 2014. Here's the Facebook page link: Pole and Aerial All Stars Facebook page

I will congratulate Suzie Q for being a delightful, quirky, funny, intelligent Emcee for the night. She did a brilliant job winging it when stage people needed an extended time to sort out equipment, she filled the gaps beautifully, and she has won herself a new fan in me. She's definitely one woman I'd love to sit and have a coffee and chat with one day.

I fell in love with Carlos the Mexican orphan and his pole performance. I had tears of laughter and screams coming from me. I adore him and if I ever get a photo op I am so in. Carlos rocks my pole dreams and is the epitome of enjoying life for all its worth, duct tape and all.

My personal highlight of the night was watching my Australian pole crush Cleo the Hurricane perform. She did a duet with Alethea Austin and they brought the house down. Their dance was sexy, sensual, flirty and fun, and they finished it with a kiss that I'm sure lifted the roof with the reaction from the audience. In unison we all screamed with delight.

So Pole and Aerial All Stars 2014 has been my introduction to poling events in Australia.
Has the bar been set high? I don't know yet. It will certainly be one that I will remember and refer to when I think of high quality events with high quality performers.

Being the person I am I know I will judge each event on its merits, what it's trying to achieve or make available to its competitors, and to its audience. My next event will be in June and it will be in my home state of Queensland. Bring it - I'm looking forward to it. Oh, and I've already got good seats sorted... VIP table!

Thursday, 27 February 2014

Pole performance night #1 2014

Well the Pole Gym held it's first performance night for 2014 and it was a great way to end the first term of the year.

The theme was... Once Upon a Pole Gym. So there were fairy tale characters, evil villains, fairies, and then there were the normal people.

At first I wasn't performing. I'd only done the lap dance short course on offer this term. Elbow still not doing what I want it to do, when I want it, so Lap dance was my only off-pole option.

Anyway, the gorgeous Miss Tara put it out there to see who'd be interested in performing.
Performing a lap dance.
A lap dance in front of a room full of strangers.
In front of people you've never met.
In front of people who don't know you.
Lap dance.

I looked around and people were looking at me, I didn't know why.
Then I saw my arm up in the air and heard my own voice chiming in with "Oh sure, I'll do it", you know all casual like. Because this is something I do all the time, dancing suggestively and provocatively in front of complete strangers... not.
So the deal was done. Brain didn't need to be involved in this one at all... is that anything new really.

I'd already decided I was going as Red Riding Hood (let's just remove the 'little' part, I'm not), had my costume sorted for a while. I thought it was cute and so versatile too. Should I need to be a beer wench, or maiden, then cape off and other accessories in lieu. Curiously though I chose ANOTHER costume with a cape... what can that mean?
I had a white wicker basket too, forgot to get a pic with it...
The run sheet was good. I love the instructors always start the night off. I know the new ladies find it reassuring and sort of settling for the nerves. Once you get your first performance out of the way, the confidence you gain, well unless your an attention tart like me, it really does make doing it again and again so rewarding.

Level ones then got to show what they've learned and they were great!
I don't remember being that confident when I started. Then we followed through the levels until we got to Lap Dance. I changed the performance before and was just in my black tank and black poling shorts.

A warning about the suggestiveness of the dance was given and anyone with younger children, or who may feel uncomfortable was given enough time to leave if they'd prefer. During this time we moved the chairs in to place and pillows with blown up pictures of our celebrity crushes were placed on them. There was much giggling when people saw 'who' we would be performing our lap dance to. It was a great way to release any tension the audience may have been feeling and make every one relaxed and just enjoy the performance for performance sake.
I gave this pillow the BEST lap dance :)
We grabbed our spots, I wasn't in my usual spot I was up near the wall. Oh no, I wasn't prepared for the cramped space. I think at one stage while doing a sexy slide on the floor my foot may have connected with Miss Tara's face. She performed on like a trooper and afterwards I was on such an adrenaline rush I didn't think to ask if she was okay until now as I type it and recall it.
Working it for the pillow
All too soon it was over. Gyrating away to Bon Jovi's Bad Medicine was done and the audience were very generous in their applause. It was wonderful.

I then watched my old group, who were all now level four pole dancers. They were incredible. ALL of them inverted! I was so unbelievably proud. They've done such a great job and should all be so happy with themselves. I know I was for them. Not bittersweet any more. I'll get there, it's just going to be a bit longer for me. Until then I shall be the queen of the lap/chair dance and I shall thrust, gyrate, body roll, and hip swivel for all I'm worth... and be damn hot and sexy as while doing it too.

All too soon the night was over. I sang my lungs out on the trip home. I had a great night and a great catch up with the girls.

A quick shower, a retell of the evening to the family and then it was time for bed.

Oh, and I was pleasantly surprised when I found my daughter had put my pillow on my bed.
Here's the happy snap she took... I do look very happy don't I.
Yes, I am wearing pyjamas, a nightie in fact ;)
Performance nights will now run every second term, so 12 weeks apart from now on.
The only good thing about that is it gives more time to find/make/create awesome costumes. I'm already hoping there will be another off-pole short course at the Pole Gym this term.

And yes I think I'll always put my hand up to perform, I love it. Attention tart I know, but waiting twelve weeks in between I'll just have to find a way to cope I suppose.

Don't worry, you'll get to read about it.