Friedrich Nietzsche was quoted as saying, “I would believe only in a God that knows how to dance.” Why the hell I’m leading into a post about pole dancing with a Nietzsche quote is a question with deep philosophical implications… that I’m feeling deep in my thighs right about now.
So, last night I participated in Allure Dance Studio’s Valentine’s Pole Recital.
I’ve been taking pole with Allure since November of last year, so I can bring back some skills to teach all my “prosetitutes” on Mars (seems like you have to be able to tame the pole to get those Starmen to spend nowadays.) I love it. I’ve got muscles in my arms. You get an audience when you practice your ass-olates. Plus, you can express yourself… with a booty-pop. I mean, when you make your body talk, everyone listens… especially Benjamin Franklin.
After all, famed erotic dancer and femme fatale Mata Hari once purred (I imagine that she never talked, just vocalized like a kitten) ”dance is a poem of which each movement is a word.” Well, here are a whole bunch of pictures… and they are worth thousands. Continue reading