Can you believe it, it’s been almost 5 months since the last time I blogged! I didn’ t mean to disappear for so long (well, technically I haven’t completely disappeared, as I still checked and responded to my email etc).

You see, some time ago, I took a job in Europe (not related to dancing) and departed Canada. Since then, between work, home, travel and family life there has really been very little time to blog or work on that stripping guide I keep promising.

I haven’t danced in almost a year now, and although I’ve taken breaks from stripping before, I don’t think I’ve ever gone this long without dancing, nor had  my lifestyle ever changed so drastically that I have pretty much decided that stripping is mostly likely the thing of the past now. It is unlikely that I will return to it again in the future.

That’s not to say that I won’t miss it, however. A few times a month I still dream about myself poledancing. In my dreams, the pole is usually suspended in thin air, thick fog, or even out in open space somewhere. And I, completely weightless, perform the poledance of all poledances- sexy, graceful and magical, and nothing like anything I’ve ever performed on stage in real life

My lifestyle is completely different now, it has a lot more structure- and routine- than it ever did when I danced. Although my work schedule is still rather flexible, family consumes the rest of my time rather completely.

My life may be different, and few, if any, people I meet would ever suspect that at 28 and with a decent job, I’d spent 7 years getting naked in front of strangers for money. It’s actually a mystery even to me, how after so many years dancing, so little in my appearance or manners can betray me. And this is despite the fact that many of the things I learned at the club became like second nature to me. For instance, I find that I still evaluate men for “spending potential” the same way I used to at the club- one look around the room (bar, restaurant) is enough to establish  who’s “my client” and who isn’t. I also automatically go into stripper mode each time I try to get out of receving a speeding ticket or having to pay for parking etc (no, I don’t start undressing or try to lapdance. By stripper mode I mean the subtle flirting mode that is meant to get him to say ‘yes’ to your request.)

A year post-stripping, and I have zero regrets, except one- that among the friends I have in the country where I am now, there are very -VERY- few, with whom I could share any of the stories from my stripper past. Gender revolution hasn’t happened here yet, and any kind of sex work is extremely looked down upon. That may be unfortunate for me, but it may well be a good thing for this blog or for the stripper guide e-book: if I have no one to tell my stories to, then I am going to have to write them.