"A Hot Mess"

Pole Dance-Off at the King King in Hollywood.
I've been dying to write my thoughts and experience about this event. Sherry and I participated in a "friendly" pole dance competition amongst the top LA pole dance studios. Going in we thought it would just be a fun experience to get to know some of the other girls in the pole dance community. They advertised it that way and I thought what the hell I'll give it a shot.  I like to say I kinda hide in the shadows and I never put myself out there as a competitor. Our performance here showed why. I really didn't want to participate but it was important to Sherry and we thought it would be a great time to let everyone know who we are. Big mistake. Being the Scorpio that I am, I'm still a little butt-hurt about this whole thing. Sherry and I worked on our routine for two weeks. First let me say I don't perform best with a routine. But with our choice in music being "South of Heaven" from Slayer, I thought it would be totally rad especially going against some of the other musical choices.  So I'm going to share about my experience in a little more detail. When we got there I felt like I was in the locker room for the Laker Girls. Everyone was stretching and so serious. Feathers puffed up like a bunch of dudes, Yoga mats everywhere, snack bags and bananas were being munched on and all I wanted to know was when the bar was opening up. I was shocked to over hear all of the shit talking from some of the other performers about the other studios. Then I hear one of the performers fall off the pole and some of the girls were laughing. I wanted to punch them in the face! I just continued to roam and feel out the vibe. I had a bad feeling from the get go and it proved to be the case. I couldn't hang out there until show time so I wandered next door to the pizza place and had a couple beers. When I got back everyone was cramming into the dressing room getting ready for show time. A dressing room that holds maybe 5-6 people comfortably it was stuffed with about 20 performers and all of their shit. I had my stuff in one bag and locked it up and tried to put it out of the way out of respect. That's the stripper in me. I noticed the attitude first in the room. Everyone was rude and inconsiderate of each others space. I remained polite and said excuse me but the ladies were non responsive. Some of the ladies I look up too as professional pole dancers really put a sour taste in my mouth with their rudeness. So the "friendly" atmosphere that was encouraged quickly became a lion's den. Nothing personal just made me realize how much I didn't belong there. I just wanted to get this over with and get the fuck out. I didn't care about winning, it was a benefit show and that's all that mattered. Just before we were going up I got shoved out of the way and ended up almost falling down by the announcer and the two stage hands as I was trying to get to the stage. That was piss off number one! Two XStages were provided by another studio. One stage was the newer model and the one I performed on was the older model. The older model has screw together poles. Everyone else seemed to tear it up ok, so I thought I'd be fine. But come to find out later the girl that fell off the pole during rehearsal fell off on the stage I performed on. Hmmm. So here we are hitting the intro of our Slayer song and all you could here were crickets in the audience and our handful of friends screaming their lungs out. I could tell the audience was only there to cheer on their team and nobody else. Piss off number two. About a minute in I noticed my pole was coming apart and it was starting to spin. Not a big deal I can do spinning pole. What I didn't expect was the top piece to start to come a part, which fucked up my timing and Sherry didn't know what was happening. She panicked and forgot the entire routine. I had to improvise, which I'm good at but at the same time I didn't want to have to prove anything to these people and my safety was my number once concern. Oh and later I notice two chunks of flesh missing from my hand. Broken threads maybe? That's the only thing that could have done that. Thanks for the scars! Anyway, not in my groove at all, no emotional connection and fuckin pissed off I managed to save myself and finish the set with a fake smile while all I wanted to do was to stick my middle finger up at the whole thing. After our set was over I got off the stage and was so angry I just told everyone to watch out for that pole it's broken. Everyone looked at me like I was fucking insane, I grabbed my shit and pushed my way to the bathroom so I could change and get the fuck out of there. After the drama of me explaining what happened, I went outside to talk to my REAL friends. Including the girls from XPole, who were extremely concerned and who are dear friends of mine. I just wanted to get out of there. There were so many rude people I wanted to scream. My friends agreed about the vibe there and they didn't want to stick around either. Sherry thought I was mad at her but I wasn't at all. It just sealed the deal that I will never compete in such an environment like that ever again. One of the girls in charge of the show was trying to get us to do a "do over". I said thanks but no thanks, I'd like to keep what little dignity and self respect I have left. I felt that the audience was a little racist in many different ways. Two white girls trying to throw down to metal with tattoos and racy outfits. All we got were dirty looks.  I totally felt everyones energy, it was so fucked! I've always been different when it comes to doing things "mainstream". I will always be true to my art regardless and everyone else can suck a dick. The audience didn't deserve a good performance from us and I wasn't about to share my true passion for what I love. The friends and loyal students that were there know and have experienced my love for dance in a much more supportive element and I'm grateful to have them in my life. You know who you are and you are the reason why I continue to do what I do. I'm a girl that stays true to her roots as a stripper and I despise the attitude that comes with competitive pole dancing. I've only met a couple real deals in this pole world and that's why they remain the best of the best. I don't want to be the best I just want to love what I do. That's something that can never be taken away from me. But it will always be something I can give away to the ones who desire it.  And one final opinion on pole dancing in the Olympics, Good Fucking Luck! Think about where it originated from. I don't care about how much fucking gymnastics you've taken or about how much training you've had, bottom line people will always see pole dancing as an exotic art and will always link it to strip clubs. So good luck trying to convince our conservative society who actually watch, support, and fund the Olympic sports. Will you then know what real competition is all about.


To read more on another article posted go here.

http://themusicswamp.com/2010/08/polestars-at-the-king-king-5/

To see our "Redo" video of our Slayer routine that we put together at the studio visit my Facebook profile and search under my friends list to Pole Rejects.