My Pole Mantras

I was never one for mantras, I always thought they were useful, but not for me. Who wants to think the same thing over and over again? Then I started pole, and now I find that I have two that go through my head .

One is for before I get to the gym to get me there, after I leave when I’m a sweaty mess, and when I’m bruising like crazy and it’s something that the person who introduced me to pole said to me on the first day:

“You are so strong and beautiful”

The other is specifically for trying new tricks and holds, in those few seconds before you pick your foot up off the ground.

“This is going to hurt, it’s going to bruise, and you’re going to do it anyway”.

Personally I think the first makes me sound less like a crazy masochist than the second, so that’s probably the only one I’d admit to outside the pole community 😛

So what about you? Do you have any pole mantras or words to live by? Anything that keeps you going?


The Politics of Pole

Can I rant for a little minute? No? Well, it’s my blog so I’m going to anyway 😛

You might have heard that this week was host to come out of the pole closet day (Thursday, I think?). Well, I posted, not even a picture of me, but the Bad Kitty pic that’s floating around the community with a quote about feeling strong and sexy when you pole dance. I got so much kick back from friends and family telling me it was inappropriate to post about pole dancing on Facebook.

Sometimes I wish we didn’t have to be “inappropriate”. For example, a few of my friends are swing dancers… like pole dancing it requires training, practice, special attire, and dedication to do it well. They’re as proud of their swing dancing as I am of my pole… but here in lies the difference – it’s socially acceptable for them to be proud, post pictures on Facebook, and talk about what they love in public.

They can invite their relatives to watch their recitals without fear of repercussion. They can send pictures of new moves to their friends without people thinking they’re coming on to them. They don’t have to censor themselves because they’re worried that it might influence their ability to be professionals outside their hobby. And I guarantee no one ever said to to my swing dancing friends “as long as you don’t start doing it for money”.

I was never good at sports as a kid, and I was so jealous of all my friends who had their parents come to all their games. I desperately wanted a soccer mom, and had a great mom who was more than willing to be one, but I sucked at soccer and I hated playing baseball. Now I finally having something physical that I love to do, that I’m good at, that I can show off… except it’s stigmatized.

Somedays I don’t want to be a political statement, I don’t want to have to go into a 15 minutes explanation about why pole dancing is a real sport, I don’t want to defend anything. I just want to be proud without apology, and have a fan club in my corner (with the exception of TGIL who already is :)).

Catharsis and Pole Kisses

The past 24 hours have been really difficult. Like shitty, weepy, life kicking me in the lady balls difficult. I’ll spare you all the sob story, just picture the worst situation you can and then times it by like a hundred.

But this is a pole blog, right? So let’s about pole. In the midst of everything, I found something about pole that I never knew before… it’s cathartic as hell. ca

When life gives you situations where there’s nothing that you can do, it gives you something to do. You can trust your pole, its not going to move on you, it’s strong, it’s something steady when the ground feels shaky.  It physically grounds you in your surroundings, it bruises you so you look how you feel, it exhausts you so you can sleep. It makes my world bearable.



Lies My Pole Taught Me

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There’s so much debate in the community about how you tell people you pole, when you tell them, how much you tell them and I tend to fall on the more liberal side of the debate – I’m proud of what I do and I don’t really care what people think.

But… I also believe in choosing my battles. Not everyone is worth debating with and if they’re only in my life for five minutes, I’m happy to let them think whatever they like and walk away happy. Here, some of the itty bitty white lies I’ve told:

To the 90 year old cardiologist: “Oh yeah, I do lots of cardio and strength training… kind of like yoga!”

To the nurse: “I fell on the machine at the gym… a couple of times… treadmills can be dangerous!”

To the lady at the grocery store: I’m just really clumsy”

To my neighbor: “Going to the gym again :)”

To my coworker: “That IS a really weird place for a bruise, I have no idea how I got it!”

To the lady in my office when picking up my pole: “Yeah, this is a really heavy TV stand”


Am I the only one who does this? What lies have you told for the sake of keeping the pole peace?


Pole Pics: A Matter of Focus

When my instructor posted that “sometimes you need a break to come back stronger”, I have to admit, I thought that was the nice way of saying “it’s ok, we’ll get you back to where you were”. But… while I was doing my invert prep practices yesterday – I WENT UPSIDE DOWN! Once again, super awesome pole instructor lady was right.

I was doing my practices, looking at the ceiling for the lean back, and then it’s like BAMB, hell0! There’s my foot! Hi foot, what are you doing up there?? Yeeeeeeeee 😀 I’m still ages away from cleaning it up and perfecting anything but my foot was up there!

Now, here’s the sad part, I debated and debated about wither or not to post this pic. Not because it’s not a perfect way to get down from an invert (because I’m new, and not going to be perfect at anything) but because I feel like I look really pudgy in it. Then I realized how incredibly stupid that is… hello!? I flipped upside down, vertically, with nothing but my arm and ab muscles, and didn’t panic or die or fall on my head, and I’m holding my body weight on a tiny pole, with nothing but strength and determination. I can’t do ALL that and remember to suck my stomach in!

It’s the same thing that the media does to Olympic athletes all the time, gee, I’m sorry their faces look a little funny while they’re breaking world records and showing off years of everyday training.

So let’s just not DO that anymore, let’s look at each other’s pics and realize that we know exactly how much strength, how much time and how MANY MANY pole bruises it took to get there… and blame the rest of a lack of photoshop 😉

It’s Pole Day!!!

I’m a happy happy girl today! Why? It’s POLE DAY! My first official day back on the pole since my surgery.

First the sad thing: I’m back to looking like a four-months pregnant gangly bambi with no coordination and no flexibility. It’s probably mostly in my head, but I feel like I’m all the way back where I started in July. It’s frustrating because I was finally so happy with my body. Oh well… nothing to do at this point but work hard and get it back. Or, you know, dissolve into a puddle of goo or wait for a house to fall on me like the Wicked Witch of the West.

There were some good things about a few days off… like the facts that I could shave and  moisturize and walk around without looking like I have a boyfriend who beats me 😛


Funny thing is… today I have so many new pole kisses I look like I’m wearing cheetah printed tights, my abs are screaming, my right arm is cursing me from practicing spins again… and I couldn’t be happier.

Hi pole, I missed you 😀

Pole Care Package!

It’s been a sad, sad week for Jenna… I had Lasik surgery last Friday and I haven’t been allowed to pole since. I swear, the pole in my spare room has been TAUNTING me. I’m not crazy as long as I don’t start talking back right? … Right??

New Treasure Chest Shoes!

But a friend of mine, knowing my pole-sadness, send me a box of stripper goodies priority mail to get me through until Saturday when I can pole again. Remember those jet-set shorts I posted about? In the box! And some treasure chest shoes with light up balls to go inside (but I’ve been putting everything I own in them and taking pictures instead :P) I’m gonna try to put some Magic: The Gathering cards in them and make myself geek heels! 😀

Glowy balls to make light up shoes 😀


Do the chicken dance!