(A version posted earlier on Studio Veena)
It's two days before Christmas and all through my house not an ill
feeling was stirring...Then I noticed the following call in my Facebook
timeline. (sic)" **CALLING ALL MALE POLE DANCER** PLEASE HELP me. Do you
absoultly need a bare chest to pole? Can you compeet in a vest....?
Then I read the thread. In essense something is cooking with certain
competition rules regarding men dancing topless."
In my very best short Spanish/Italian temperament I posted to the supportive friends wall:
I guess my heart will always be with the artistic in pole "dance"
because you just can't logically judge art on a 0 to 10 scale. You like
it or you don't. You might be offended, you might be inspired. You might
be sexually aroused. Art isn't logical.
Dancers are performers. We are meant to be seen. The mirror, the
camera, the heart. You can be technically great and stink because you
have no passion. I try to make my dance as honest as I can make it. If I
offend someone I am just as likely to move someone in some way. A few
minutes after I posted my mini-rant on my page a female friend
responded, "I like the "asspect" of male dance."
That kind of comment is one of those that keeps me dancing. I am just
as empowered by the sexy in dance as any woman. I want to be attractive.
Deep inside I want to be desired. Rules just can't change that.
I'm a dancer.
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