New Location And Name
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Posted:Sep 30, 2006 4:42 pm
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2024 3:48 pm
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If any are interested I am now writing under a new name, poledancerandnut. The view from the pole has changed considerably and the story is all in the blogs. Check it out...it's pretty cool. Regards, T.
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Swinging From A Pole Is Easier Than Getting It's Attention!
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Posted:Jul 19, 2006 3:47 pm
Last Updated:Jul 19, 2006 10:10 pm
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Imagine having bruises in places that are the most tender on your body from climbing on, swinging from, hanging upside down from and falling from a stainless steel pole. (All the while on four inch heels!) While painful, they are nothing compared to the marks left behind from simply trying to get and maintain a man's attention!
Poles are hot for you for days, sending you emails, calling, and IM'ng you everytime you are logged on. You begin to trust them and think that just maybe they may be worthy of what you have to offer. Dream on. The days following what you thought was a hot first encounter will only be filled with you checking your email to find the box empty. He may log in for a minute only to tell you he can't talk because he is so busy. Then you log onto AdultFriendFinder to see that he's had plenty of time to be there on that day or is logged on at that very moment; however no time to even extend the courtesy of answering your last email. It occurs to me that once the hunt is over they move on to stalk their next prey or to have their ego, (and anything else they can get) stroked. I just don't get it. Well, actually I do, as I wrote about it in my last blog entry. Yet, it remains such a conundrum. Is it possible that for the poles it is all about the hunt. It's like watching a documentary about lions and having the ability to empathize with the cute, little creature the king of the jungle devours at the watering hole. Makes you want to go thirsty.
Perhaps I am just dense and am not capable of playing the game, but I will strongly argue the point that for me, depersonalizing and literally evolving from a lonely housewife and mother with no senuality into a sensuous, hot dancer was easier than finding a pole who will actually give a damn to dance on! Much less their precious time. (And the stainless pole left fewer bruises!)
The pole I'm married to doesn't work. The pole I could dance on is in my garage in pieces. The poles on AdultFriendFinder are unavailable for dancing unless it is convenient for them. One wonders why they type their little fingers to the bone claiming they need a woman in their life when they have no time to dedicate to them? Damn, what's a dancer gotta do to get a pole's attention? And why do all the poles brag they are "The One" when they aren't willing to put any effort into it? Perhaps some of you poles out there could enlighten me as I am perplexed. Go ahead, flame away. I can take it.
And I hope I get some answers.
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Dancers Are From Mars, Poles Are From Uranus
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Posted:Jul 18, 2006 8:00 am
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2006 5:53 am
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There's my million; another best seller. The never ending search for compatability between one man and one woman is as old as the planets themselves. One could ponder the question of physical attraction between two people for eternity and never reach a logical conclusion.
In many of the conversations I've had with men on the AdultFriendFinder site, men state that most of the women they meet here are not serious or not "real". Women I've spoken to complain that the men are only out for one thing - a piece of ass. Let's be honest here for a second and admit that your average woman on this site will never measure up to the fantasy woman most men are looking for and men are in truth just looking for a piece of ass.
Having said that, one goes back to question, "Why!" In my uneducated opinion, it is in the genes. In truth, the average woman in the U.S. wears a size 14. That's about 150lbs. Read any fashion magazine or smut rag and you will find very few women over a size 5. (Not to say that there aren't men who appreciate larger women, but they are few and far between.) As far as boobs go, very few of us actually possess those luscious orbs most men desire. So, we realize straight out of the gate that we probably won't measure up. In truth - there are only so many "beautiful people" in the world! Hell, even People Magazine can only come up with fifty each year! Factor in the behaviour that women are taught from childhood to be chaste and pure, but then are expected to be whores in bed and, well, it's easy to see why most of us do not seem "real". We can't afford to be. Men search on sites like AdultFriendFinder because these are women brave enough to put themselves out there admitting they are human and have needs. Most men want a woman to be a if it suits their needs but wouldn't give that very same woman the courtesy of a "hello" on the street in passing because they were brave enough to admit they wanted and needed sex; ie, a .
Men? Well, being from Uranus, they really do only want a piece of ass. Don't lie to yourself and say otherwise. It's the nature of the beast. Men are hunters. It's just their nature. (Now before you all blast me with flames, I will admit there are some men who are searching for more and I hope to find one someday.) A very wise man told me when I was very young...women make love with their heart and men make love with their head. (Usually the smaller, blood engorged one!) We as women don't creep into their heart as they do ours after that lust filled encounter. (That is, unless they think they can get it again.) Even then, it's not their heart we creep into - it's that small head. LOL.
So, considering all of this, and for the sake of fun let's just say it is true and not just the ramblings of some poor slobbette who's mind is constantly searching for unreachable answers. If dancers/women are really from Mars and Men/poles are really from Uranus, how are we supposed to find common ground? Women seem "unreal" and men come off as only wanting a piece of ass. We as women can't get to their hearts so in turn, don't allow them to get to our parts.
And yet, the cycle continues...
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The Pole at Home
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Posted:Jun 22, 2006 4:22 pm
Last Updated:Sep 30, 2006 4:32 pm
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When I became a dancer, I really concentrated on the pole. Afterall, the pole is your stage, not the floor beneath it. So, I ordered a portable stage thru Platinum Stages. It was so cool to have a place to workout and practice at home and you have to admit, not many women have their own stage with an eight foot pole. We moved it from our home state when we came here and put it up in our apartment. I would workout on the stage and practice climbing and hanging upside down. (I realized real quick that you had to have some serious upper arm strength to do that!) I would dance for the hubby and he enjoyed that alot. The pole was just a normal part of my life.
When the hubby had his second heart attack and the paramedics came, I just sat down on the corner of the stage because it was closeby. They would look at him, look at the stage and then look at me, like, damn no wonder he's having heart attacks! What a ridiculous situation to be in. That's one of those moments when a lady is not so proud of having a stage. It's similiar to when the pastor of your church visits - that kind of moment. Wanna get away?
So, I was the cause of the first two attacks. After the third one the doctor shook his finger at us and said "No Excitement!". That meant, no pole dancing. It also meant nothing else.
When we moved from the apartment and into the house the stage was put in the garage. I've asked for it to be set up and was told a flat,"No." When I asked a second time I was told to "Ask my to do it." OK. That's the end of that, I guess. A poledancer can lose her pole in any number of ways. The thing about it is that I never really wanted to be a poledancer in the first place. On the other hand, I used to love it when Sapphire danced a kick ass set that had them out of their seats and gathered around the stage. Two different parts of me. One the wife and mother. The other a hot lil' babe that can make a man get off by dancing for him - And enjoys it!
I still hope to get the pole up here at home.
The one with the stage.
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Pole Therapy
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Posted:Jun 19, 2006 8:57 am
Last Updated:Sep 30, 2006 4:38 pm
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I was 38 years old the first time I ever stepped foot in a "Strip Club". Several life factors contributed to that first club visit. Just suffice it to say that I was not in a very good place in my journey. I recall watching the girls onstage and thinking, "Hell, I can do that." I must have had a pair at the time because two days later I put on my sexiest dress, walked into that club and told the manager I wanted to be a dancer.
I didn't have a "stage name", hadn't put any thought into it. So, when he asked I just said, "Who do I look like?" He looked me over a minute and thoughtfully said, "Sapphire. Yeah, you're a Sapphire." Over the next few months I depersonalized. I just crawled over into a corner and Sapphire lived my life for me. The 38 year old mother and wife with no sexuality was gone and this hot, sassy, lil' thing emerged to get us both through to the other side. I miss her.
Sapphire quickly developed a reputation for being a sensuous dancer, not a "hoe" dancer. She was sweet but sometimes you could just see the little devil jumping up and down in her eyes.
She gave the men a good dance for their money and that was all she was interested in. She didn't want anyone to pay her bills, take her on trips, buy her a boob job or anything else...just their twentys in her t-bar. Some of the other girls resented her, some ignored her, some befriended her.
She quit the first club she danced in when one day the whole day shift was fined twenty dollars after the bartender claimed to have smelled weed in the dressing room. I don't know where the girl got her spunk but that day she jumped square in the faces of three new black dancers from a club up the street who had only been there three days. She refused to pay the fine, walked out and never went back. Two days later she was dancing in the upscale "Gentleman's Club", where a girl actually had to audition. With two month's experience, she'd made it into the second classiest club in town. Not bad. (And no, this was not in Texas.)
Eating a dancer's diet, tanning, working out, and practice, practice, practice filled Sapphire's days. Mornings were the best time of the day, while the club was empty. Makeup, wardrobe and set planning forced the mind to work while warming up onstage before a dark, empty club cleared it.
There is nothing more terrifying than walking out on that stage for the first time and nothing more empowering than going out to dance what you know is a great set. The DJ starts your music as you hurry past the girl who danced before you on the stairs. One deep breath and you hear your indroduction...it's time to turn it on.
You walk out on stage, stare them all down and let the music take over. For the next eight minutes you disappear into the dance and the next thing you know you are passing the next girl to dance on the stairs on your way back to the dressing room.
It was Pole-therapy. For Sapphire and for me.
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Every Club Has a Different Pole
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Posted:Jun 16, 2006 6:35 am
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2006 6:50 am
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One thing a dancer learns quickly is that every club has different poles. While deciding which club you will dance at, if you are a REAL poledancer, the type of pole is a very important factor in that decision. Some women learn that lesson the hard way. Some poles go all the way to the ceiling and some only mid-way, but a real poledancer can dance a good set on either one with some time to adjust and get comfortable. Poledancing, while an art, is difficult and you get bruised and take on all sorts of injuries. For dancers, black lights are a girl's best friend as they hide all of the bruises. Sometimes I wish I could live my entire life beneath a black light.
As a dancer you may have a club picked out that you really want to dance at. The atmosphere is great. The men are generous and kind and most importantly, treat you like a lady and with respect. Everything is clean and safe. It's just a really great club. The poles are not ceiling heigth, but they are still nice poles. After being unemployed for a long stretch a great club with an eight foot pole rather than a ceiling height pole is an excellent opportunity as long as it is dependable and strong. So, you get the job and the first time on stage you are a bundle of nerves. New crowd, new stage, new pole. You dance your first set without managing to fall off your four inch heels.
The next few weeks at work are great! You're getting lots of requests for dances and they are really sweet talking you. The other dancers are losing their regulars to you. They LOVE you!Life is good.
But you are having trouble dancing your best set because you need a pole that goes all the way to the ceiling to do that and you know it. So the question is, do you leave this great club just because the pole is not ceiling heigth? Or do you appreciate all of the other great qualities of the club and be happy? You've made friends, invested time and energy into this new job. You decide you just need more time to get used to the new pole and your sets will soon be awesome! However; what if you don't even get to make that decision because club manager senses your problem and dismisses you? That would really suck.
Finding the right club to dance in is difficult and sometimes you would just rather remain unemployeed than endure the process.
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Journey to the Pole
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Posted:May 31, 2006 6:20 am
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2006 9:12 am
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There's a place deep inside every woman's heart where she holds precious things...first kiss, proms, first time; adolescent memories that only the young lady who placed them there truly comprehends the value of. Imagine meeting "The One" at age 12, dating them throughout HS and tucking all of those memories away in that special place in your heart. Life moves on, as do you and they become a part of the person you become but are not the person you become because you marry someone else.
15 years later your marriage is in trouble. The hubby says you have no sex drive and that you need to see a doctor to discover why. For years you carry and accept the blame. You are defective. Doing this is so much easier than admitting that you just aren't attracted to him anymore and his touch is like cold water. Meanwhile; he would rather take his own satisfaction from porn and by having a "special" friendship with his supervisor at work.
One day you decide if he can have a friend outside of the marriage then so can you and begin the search for "The One", find him and send him an email just to say "Hi".
Three months later you have left your hubby for "The One" and for two months are the happiest you've ever been in your life. You've discovered that you are not "defective" but rather a sex fiend who can't get enough. One day you come home and without warning he has packed his belongings and returned to the wife he had left for you.
Congratulations! You've won a five day trip to the mental ward at the local hospital, a lonely apartment and the satisfaction of knowing you've lost eveything! Including the respect of your friends and family who sadly shake their heads and say, "I told you so." (Now that is even better than a box of Rice A Roni!) Can't beat that!
Perhaps the greatest loss of all is that of the keeping of all of those precious things in your heart. You aren't allowed to think of them anymore because afterall, they involve "The One".
That first kiss- don't think about it! Your school proms - throw away the pictures! The first time - not special anymore! All of those memories are now taboo. You're not allowed to even think about them.
You wonder in anger were they stolen or did you loose them due to your own foolish behavior?
Perhaps the only good thing that came from the whole sorted mess was that you discovered you weren't defective.
That's when the real punishment for your crimes begin as well as the journey to the pole.
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Life Without The Pole
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Posted:May 28, 2006 11:09 am
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2006 6:40 am
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I always thought it would be a blessing...not having to deal with it anymore. Not so. When you are young you never think you will get older; that things that seem unimportant will gain value. Then one day you wake up and discover you can't find yourself in the life you always planned anymore and you mourn the loss.
At the start of a relationship when you are young the sex is great and you get married thinking this is the one person you want to spend the rest of your life with.
22 years later the heat has worn off and you live your life together more as friends than as the lovers you once were. Holding hands is about the most intimate thing you do or perhaps a swift kiss occasionally.
Some women dive into social groups, work or perhaps their religion for solace. Others join online organizations and write useless blogs.
Either way, life without the pole is the pits.
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