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Poledancing to Florence and the Machine. Lovely.

This shit is truly an art. I could never in a million years do this.

I love watching these videos.  I always have to avoid the comment sections, lest I have a rage!stroke (LOL SLUTS ON POLES LOL HERPES), but I have so much admiration for the athleticism, strength, and body control that these women (and a few men!) have.  If they had classes for this here, I would take them in a heartbeat, both for the pole-dancing in and of itself, and the power it would give to my other sports.

I’ve never been as sore after an hour as I was after an hour of a Vegas “Stripping 101” class that was mostly pole work.  I had bruises all over my arms and legs, and the teacher only taught us a couple moves.  The jump-spins on the pole are wicked fun and wicked hard to pick up— the only way to get the momentum needed is to throw yourself at the pole, hence the bruises.  I priced out pole classes at home, but then promptly got knocked up and they frown on pregnant pole work.

Anybody who wants to say that woman is not an athlete, and a good one, can kiss my skinny old white ass. Twice.

holy fucking hell

Incredible. 

This is so stunning. Calling it pole dancing feels demeaning. it’s acrobatic gymnastics mixed with ballet set to music.