Let me first say these shots are not of me. They are my teacher James and another guy Paul who does the shows with James. Today’s class was going along pretty well today and I was doing ok but every now and then lately I seem to be getting frustrated with myself, which of course means the tricks get worse and worse, which makes the frustration worse. I don’t know if it’s just because I’ve been doing this for so many months now and I’ve plateaued or I’m just expecting too much of myself. I can do, or at least have done all the tricks in these photos above, but for some reason I felt like I was messing everything up today.
A few weeks ago a friend who is an enthusiastic amateur photographer asked if I’d model for him. He wanted to get some shots of me pole dancing. Borne from his equipment he’s developed his own style which captures the movement in a really cool way. We did the shots at Slide where I do my classes. What do we think?
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.
If, a year ago, someone had said the term “single leg hang” to me, I would have looked at them quizzically and thought they were going nuts. A year on, I now know how to do a version that applies to pole dancing, silks and trapeze. Guess what. They all hurt in some way, but they all look pretty cool. Especially this one!
This is a new combo of tricks with a new one at the end that we’ve been working on for the last two classes at pole dancing. SO scary the first couple of times you do it, but quite ok now. Just need to make it all a bit smoother and prettier now.
Last night, we Aussie Pole Boys did a small performance at a Russian Themed dinner at Slide, the nightclub where we do the classes. It was only about 2 minutes and there were 6 of us involved ranging from James, our teacher, down to one of the boys that’s only done about 3 classes.
Our sponsor is aussieBum, so we were all wearing our white “league” swimmers which look pretty sexy, but when we added the white fluffy hat to go with the Russian theme I couldn’t help but think we looked like a troupe of gay smurfs. We don’t have any images or footage of the actual event, we weren’t sure how it would go. We’d only had one rehearsal!
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