Him: That’s erotic.
Me: What? My tail!?
Him: No. Your entire back side.
Another exchange that night was one of those situations where the reply you have in your head is entirely different than the reply you actually give. It was some guy I never met before and the exchange went like this:
Him: So is there a secret to pole dancing?
The answer in my head: Why yes. You pack a months worth of clothes and accessories and belongings into your car and you spend about $200 in gas (round trip) and drive for 3 days down to Los Angeles. Then you get a place to stay for the entire month and you attend the exclusive stripping and pole dancing school at $50 per class where you will find yourself learning with actresses, models and even a celebrity or two. But because you won’t be there long enough to complete the 8 week course, you learn the advanced tricks (and lap dancing) by paying the school $150 per hour for private sessions in which you learn them one on one with your own personal teacher. Then you drive all the way back to Seattle and have a dancing pole installed in your bedroom so that you can practice. Then you relearn half the tricks here at the Vogue because some of the tricks you paid $150 per hour to learn don’t work the same on the rotating pole (at the Vogue) as they do on the stationary pole you learned on. So yeah, that’s the secret to pole dancing.
The answer I gave him: No. There’s no secret.
Other highlights of the evening included being asked by 5 different folks why I wasn’t entering the costume contest. I had to explain that showing a lot of skin was no substitute for creativity…and there were a lot of creative costumes! I pole danced twice, the first set going smoothly and without injury. I’m amazed at how easy it is for me to spin upside down now. I can remember way back when I first started and I had to have some one hold the pole to keep it from spinning. Now I can hang upside down and spin without getting dizzy.
sweetestkiss’s friend delighted me with her costume, her sweet smile and the way she teased me with that feather wand. I also had an unexpected and intimate exchange with some one I swore I would never write in my Live Journal about. Suffice it to say he makes me tremble. *happy sigh* I lost my pitchfork twice. Apparently the first time it got caught in some one’s hair as I walked by them. I admired a tremendous number of beautiful gothy costumes. And finally a friend imparted a sentiment to me that meant so much that I surely would have cried were it not for the mass of black eyeliner, mascara and red glitter that painted my eyes. I'm still amazed just thinking about what he said. I didn't think anyone thought that of me and I'm moved by it every time I think about it -- even if I'm not sure I believe it myself. Thank you!