Right now, I’m sitting at my desk, listening to Beethoven and doing this:
Seriously. It’s a literal party in my pants that only I’m invited to.
Want play a symphony with your booty too? Don’t just sit on your ass!
Get yourself some ass-olations with these helpful rump-shakin’ tips and tricks that I learned from Nicole Da Pole Williams, owner of Los Angeles’ Pole Dance Allure. Continue reading
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
I’m sure by all the hearts you see splayed-out on this site, you’re getting the feelin’ it might be Valentine’s Day on Mars (it’s a bigger deal on Venus.) In honor of this Hallmark holiday, I could write something all mushy (like a red velvet bleeding heart cake). Something made to make the heart flutter. But let’s face it, Valentine’s Day is much more interesting when we make something “else” flutter, right?
After all, this is a brothel.
And that brings me to this Wednesday’s musical post. I’ve been taking pole dancing lessons and I have a recital coming up. (Yes, a pole dancing recital. No, you are not invited.) So, I made a list of all the songs that I wish our group was ‘rump shakin’ too… and, hopefully, these tracks will get your honey’s actual heart-rate up, amongst other things… Continue reading
