Getting a good good grip on the pole can be a major battle, I know when I first started I slipped and slid all over the place and I couldn't understand how all the other girls in my class were sticking to the pole no problems let alone how the girls in the advanced classes were managing to defy gravity without slipping and falling on their heads.
There are a whole heap of grip aids for pole out there, you just need to find the one (or ones) that is right for you and the type of pole you use. I've found that while some products work great on brass poles when I've danced on a chrome or titanium pole I might as well have coated myself in Vaseline for all the good it did.
Here are the ones that I know of (and I've tried most of them as well) and my thoughts on them. DRY HANDS: I've used Dry Hands a few times and have decided that for me this is the perfect grip aid for dancing on Chrome or Titanium Poles. If I use it when I'm dancing on a brass pole and use it I d…
If you're reading this and you're a pole dancer you know exactly what I'm talking about, you just might not have called it a polegasm before.
Polegasm (noun): That intense wave of pleasure that goes through your body when a pole dancer gets overly excited about a new move they have either gotten for the first time or seen for the first time. Think about the first time you saw Felix Cane do the spatchcock, I'm pretty sure most of the people in the audience at the Enmore Theatre that night had a polegasm (I know I did), some probably even multiple polegasms (Yep that was me)!
I'm going to claim the term "polegasm" as my own, because as far as I'm aware no one had ever used it before I did that monday night in Cleo's advanced class when, after seeing one of the girls do something really cool on the pole she (Cleo), got a bit over excited and I blurted out. "Oh my god Cleo, it sounds like you're having a polegasm" and tha…
Okay, I'm going to get a little bit serious with this post, but I felt that telling this story was important.
In June 2010, while practising a chair routine with a friend, I dislocated my left knee. It was one of those moments, that as it was happening, I knew exactly what was happening, and I knew that there was nothing I could do to stop it. It was like a living in slow motion. Even writing this now and I can remember it and the feeling as clear as day.
After my knee cap popped out I fell to the floor in a heap and screamed, no one really new what was happening at first, an ambulance was called, and we waited for it to arrive (for over 45 mins). For most of those 45 mins I screamed and cried and tried not to throw up, while my friends stood around helpless watching me.
Before then I'd never dislocated anything before, and let me tell you, this was a pain I would not wish upon my worst enemy. I'm pretty sure I begged the girls to shoot me at some stage.