Monthly Archives: July 2014

I pole dance, but I’m not *that* kind of pole dancer… (and other whorephobias)

“It’s a dance pole not a stripper pole.” “It’s a sport!” “It’s called pole fitness.” “No, no, no. It’s not like what you think at all.” I use to say this sort of thing a lot when I first started pole dancing. Then I started creating porn in a variety of ways, and I started to re-think […]

The introduction post that every blog needs…

We were waking up at an obscenely early hour to catch our respective flights out of Berlin. The man whose flat it was, a friend of my friend, had told us to wake him up before we left so he could call a cab and say a proper goodbye. Sometime around 5am we knocked on […]