I've gravitated to for a long time now. Hours spent in wait for it. Always leaving me wanting more.
The abuse.
I left me broken. Into sharp shattered pieces. Making me feel curiously alive.
The bruises were the souvenirs I scrupulously shrouded.
Until now.
Forgive my grainy self-taken photos taken to document the journey.
The physical pain dwarfed by the mental agony can't be captured in pixels.
After a year of suffering, I finally realized this is all my fault.
I'm utterly to blame.
I've done this to myself.
Over and over again.
Over and over again.
My abuser will stop anytime I want to.
But I beg and plead for it to continue.
Because after countless hours of torment,
I can do this! And so, so much more!
(My recital with new pole routine is just two weeks, a set of screaming shoulders, abs on the verge of a hernia, calloused palms and too many bruises to count, away.)
12 comments:
Impressive but I don't understand how you got the bruises/scrapes? Or that blister? I'm sure they don't mention that when marketing these poles?
You obviously flip for the abuse!
@Carolina-The bumps and bruises are all from different moves where you make contact with the pole and add some friction. The blister....that's a whole other story unpole related.
@Roy- You know it!
Ahhh... and a padded pole just wouldn't do would it :)
It would inhibit the swinging for spins.
Abuse it or lose it. You're amazing!! Good luck on the recital!
You had me fooled. I've never known anyone to pole dance. It doesn't sounds like a class they would offer at our local YMCA. Good luck at the recital!
Well, Marie, there is simply no end to your talents...No pain, no gain!
Quite a twist at the end of this article. I didn't even think about your pole dancing, even after your last article.
OMG!! Well worth the abuse I'd say. That is awesome! :)
Totally awesome!! I couldn't imagine doing it. I have trouble with a summersault :)
The thin line between pain and pleasure ;-)
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