Tonight I had to kinda perform at Slide bar as part of their El Circo cabaret dinner. My pole teacher, James normally does a double pole dance routine with Paul but James was away, so Paul did a solo pole routine. Then we were both doing the “statues”. Now we come out and make our way slowly through the crowd, all lovely people having a 9 course dinner, wrapped in a black and gold toga, barely held in place with a knot on our hip. Thankfully we also have masks on. We eventually make our way to our respective podiums and over about 5-8 minutes do a bunch of poses and play up to the tables near us all the while undoing our toga and showing more and more skin. Our modesty is supposed to stay intact through careful management of the toga. Now I’m blaming the two beers I had for dutch courage, but I’m fairly certain at one point the 80 odd diners got a very brief eyefull of about all I have to offer, which given my nerves and the current temperature in Sydney, wasn’t a whole bunch.

I’m fine being nude as you all know, but being nude in a room of 80 or so clothed people is a little out of my comfort zone and spoiling their dinner with a flash of my bits really was definitely not part of the plan.