My Stripper Name is Cherry

Disclaimer: If you are a prude or otherwise judgmental of fun, skip this post.

I have a new found respect for exotic dancers. Oooooooooouuuuch !!! My forearms hurt. My knees hurt. My muscles that pull your shoulders down and back hurt. I woke up a walking ball of pain this morning. My hat is off to the ladies who do this for a living. One hour of pole dancing has nearly killed me. I’ve taken months off from the gym and gone back like gangbusters. That produces soreness, but that soreness is not worthy to be compared to what I feel today. You go girls!!! They are athletes, for sure.

Girls’ night was a riot, as usual. Six of us took a private pole dancing class at a pole dancing fitness center and came back to my place for drinks and dinner. Our instructor Lindsey, stripper name Frankie, wore 6 inch heels and worked the crap out of that pole. She flipped upside down, spun and flipped, and supported her body weight with one arm. It was amazing. My cousins were pretty amazing too. The youngest climbed that pole like a little monkey. A couple of them mastered that spin you see in the picture. I was sure that if I tried to take both of my feet off the ground at the same time it would surely spell disaster. Surprisingly I survived a few spins and things, but climbing that pole was out of the question. My hands still ache from the accident, so there was no attempting to try to support all of my weight with them. You have to have most of your skin exposed to stick to the pole. That’s the trick. Lindsey said, “the big-boned dancers can do amazing things because they have more surface area to stick to the pole.” [crickets]

No. I need you to pause and take that in. I had to. Was she offering that bit of information for the benefit of everyone in the room? Hmmm? Was that just FYI or was I being accused of being “big-boned”? Let me tell all of America something. This ain’t BONE, ok??? I didn’t take any super-duper calcium tablets to increase bone mass. I don’t have a rare disorder that causes my bones to continue to grow though adulthood. I ate. A lot. And got FAT. This is fat, not big bones. Chubby, full-figured, plus-sized, voluptuous–those are euphemisms for fat. Big-boned is ridiculous. Don’t call me big-boned, Frankie, ok? According to her, if I were naked I would have stuck to that pole like a …

So, wanna know what I learned in How to Make More Money with what Yo’ Mamma Gave You 101? We covered quite a bit in one hour: stripper stance, stripper walk, hip roll, snake, trace, booty clap, self-play, G-string play, peek-a-boo, the $10 shot, fireman spin and a couple other spins whose names escape me right now. I think I was most surprised to realize that all these individual moves had their very own specialized name. My favorite was how not to give yourself a wedgie with G-string play. Don’t you already have a wedgie?

Once again I have concluded that I am in the wrong line of work. And I wasn’t alone. First, let me tell you about this bunch. We are no slouches. We’re all smart women. Of the 6 of us there are 2 M.A.s, 1 four classes away from an M.A., 1 MD candidate, 1 PsyD candidate, 1 J.D. candidate, 5 Bachelors in different disciplines (truth be told, I can’t remember everyone’s) and one in the making. The J.D. to be/B.S. Electrical Engineering says, after 3/4 of a pitcher of Pussy Poppers, “I just wanna be a video ho. I got to get out of my line of work. The stress just don’t pay off. I need to be a video ho and work one day a week and then I can go home and be with my baby. That’s where I need to be, with her. It’s not a sin, right? It’s the men that are sinning? Oh, is it a sin to tempt men?” Ah, it’s always fun for at least one other person in the room to have had more to drink than you did. I can’t even remember all of the laughs. But there were tons.

Let me just say this, every friend, if you’re really a friend, will take her girlfriend for at least one lesson as a bachelorette party gift. It’s a must. Have you ever done something, or been afraid to do something in the bedroom for fear that you will look stupid and be laughed at? Well, this class is for you. It’s the best positive reinforcement that, no ,what you’re doing is right, in fact, you can even afford to kick it up a notch. The booty clap was the most perfected skill of the evening. You can’t get the full effect with clothes on, so most of us will practice bare in privacy. Most of us. Some preferred to share with the group.

Once again, girls night did not disappoint. There was minor concern for whose DNA we may have brought home from the poles. But that tiny detail aside it was fun. I have the class schedule if anybody wants it. I’m going back.

For Discussion: Where is “booty”? In the front or in the back? (Before you answer consider the phrases “booty clap” and “get some booty”.)

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18 thoughts on “My Stripper Name is Cherry

  1. I always thought the booty was in the back. Get some booty is another way of saying get some ass.

    I want to go pole dancing now. It sounds like fun.

  2. I want to take a stripper class too! If some of you guys are armed with the knowledge then I need to arm myself too! I’m keeping this dude!

  3. @ Debbie

    I did too, but the “getting some booty” throws me off. I’ve had this discussion in 2 offices I’ve worked in. Go pole dancing. You’ll love it. I’m thinking of having one installed. It’s only $135.

    @ Andy

    Hey, Honey. I’ve missed you. What ever could you be afraid of? I don’t bite.

    @ Jali

    Take the class. You must be armed. You’ll keep A just because you’re a doll (with superior fashion sense), but the extra skills won’t hurt.

  4. LOL! I wish I would take my big, pleasantly plump self to a pole dancing class. It does sound like “a whole lotta” fun though.

  5. I need to believe it’s in the back and that “getting some booty” is a horrible misnomer!

    If there is a way to fall off a pole, my clumsy behind will find it. Trust.

  6. Lexi, you totally kick ass! I’m not just impressed at the amazing amount of power it takes to do the pole stuff, but at your level of comfort in your own skin.

  7. I have been away from your blog for so long! LOL. I (heart) pole dancing and Pussy Poppers!! LOL. I have to say, for about 1 nanosecond, the though of quitting my job and supporting myself as a pole dancer did cross my mind. I was going to give myself all summer to get in shape and “master” the pole and my lap dancing skills. I did line up some “testers”. After that nanosecond passed, I decided that I should settle for a couple nights of “call girl” type lap dancing so I can make a couple bucks on the side and maintain my daytime “respectable persona” LOL. I really need people to understand though….when I have a free night….I have a FREE NIGHT!! I am a no holds bar party girl!! LOL. Thanks for the reminder about what all happened that night!! We need to go again really soon!!

  8. Yes it takes alot of upper body strenght. I was a dancer for 8 years and didn’t develop the courage to attempt pole tricks untill my last year in the game (business). They even have polelympics.

  9. I don’t even know how I ran across this blog but I did, and I realize you posted it months ago. I got a wedgie just reading it 😉 I’ve had past roommates who were exotic dancers or worked in strip clubs and I’ve heard about this latest pole dancing class craze. I think it would be fun to try! And, I will do alright I guess ‘cuz I am “big boned” LOL….. 🙂

  10. My name is Ilay Playas yes it’s my real name i am Hispanic of orgin so lucklly if i was to becam a stripper i already has a name

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