We’ve all got that one relative (usually a Generation X-er) who bangs on and on about how they “never went to university, I went to
The adventures of a hobbyist pole dancer
We’ve all got that one relative (usually a Generation X-er) who bangs on and on about how they “never went to university, I went to
*Reader warning* if you’re about to embark on reading this blog you may want to set yourself up with some snacks, stick the kettle on
One of the greatest mysteries in the world of pole dance to me is how the fuck the professionals (or anyone for that matter) manage
I have a very love/hate relationship with good old spinny pole. Back when I started pole I began by getting to grips with static before
I’ve realised that even though I love pole to death, I spend a hell of a lot of time moaning about it. “Oh fucking hell
Okay, so I have a confession to make. Before starting pole dancing, I had no idea floorwork was a thing. There you go you can