Last week I got invited by some dance class friends to attend a casual pole dancing, just for kicks. I had always wanted to try pole dancing so I agreed to join them at The Pole Gym on Friday night for a fun new experience.
Step one: dress appropriately
If you look on the website of any pole
dancing class, they ask you to wear as little as possible to the
class. Skin sticks to the pole when fabric does not, making it easier
for you to do the moves and less likely to fall in a cottony, messy
heap at the base of your exercise stick. Suggested attire is shorts;
short shorts. Hot pants-like short shorts.
Now, I don’t own any short shorts. At
least not ones I can wear around people. I have one pair that are
like thick cotton high-waisted knickers, the kind you wear around the
house on hot days when you really want to be in underwear but you
live with a housemate, not someone who regularly sees you naked.
So off to Target I went to buy cheap
exercise short shorts to pose in when dancing around a pole.
Unfortunately, boring shops like target don't offer much choice for
exercise knickers. It was teenagers' shorts, which were short enough, and had sequins!
or cut off leggings:
I opted instead for ghastly but cheap
cotton shorts that could be tucked up. Now I was prepared.
Step two: the class
After work and a potentially
injudicious glass of punch at Bacchus, I drove all the way to Lawnton
for the class at the Pole Gym. This small but high space contained a
forest of poles, mirrors and a rack of clothes for sale blazoned
with 'Invert Your Thinking' and 'Live Fast Pole Hard'. The Pole Gym
holds classes in pole dancing or pole fitness, aerial hoop and aerial
silks. There was a class on when I arrived, pole sculpt, which I was
informed by a girl in the later class was 'torture'.
