This is not a post about making big $$$ blogging. I have yet to figure that out. This is about harnessing the power of social media to write my posts for me.
Ever since Ken achieved Pole God status, he’s been working hard on creating on-line pole tutorials and developing workshop curriculum. It’s been a gas seeing him find his voice. He’s a lot goofier than I would have predicted and I like it.
He’s been searching for, er, props, to use in his tutorials, which I have yet to see.
Today I got this post on my “business” FB feed.
Of course I jumped all over it and offered my bras up. You know, for the cause. It’s not like I ever wear them.
Ken dropped by to pick it up and, always thinking about my readers (Pamcakes) I
forced asked him to put it on for a quick picture. Hombre is way secure in his masculinity.
He doesn’t know Lonny well, so they are still a formal around each other, but he was there when I answered the door and they chatted as I rummaged through my lingerie drawer.
Kenneth: Thanks for letting me borrow your bra.
Me: What are you using it for?
Lonny: Dude, I don’t need to know. It’s cool.
Ken: I’m making a video tutorial.
Me: Why don’t you use your wife’s?
Ken: She’s not home and it would be weird to just use hers without asking.
Me: You’re right. This is by far less weird. Now put it on so I can take a picture.
Why do his biceps look so much better than mine in that bra?
Anyway, the goodness continued when I got this text. I was out of the house when he stopped by to drop it off.
Ken, being the totally proper and apologetic type, was concerned that he might have caused discomfort in my household. Isn’t that sweet? We are still getting to know each other.
Of course my boys would have no idea why it would be unusual for a man to return their mom’s bra, nor should they for a very, very long time. They are kids.
Scrotus probably didn’t recognize him and was just trying to place him. If Ken had introduced himself as The Pole God (as he as commonly referred to in this house) Scrote would have demanded he bust a Starfish and they would have been off to the races.
I guess he’s on fire these days because only a few hours later he posted this:
I’m afraid I can’t oblige him on this one, but I do have several mannequin heads and torsos I can lend him in a pinch. Although I don’t think they could survive any impact if he intends to mess with them up on a pole.
I realize I might appear to be rather obsessed with Ken. I don’t know his wife very well, but I took a mixed levels class with her once and she ROCKED IT. Hopefully she’s getting comfortable with the pole community’s penchant towards developing pole crushes on each other.
For those of you not in the know (and I’m making this up because I couldn’t find a definition on the internet):
Pole Crush: An intense infatuation one pole dancer develops for another, often (but not always) being a less experienced dancer towards a more established figure. It manifests itself in obsessive and repeated viewings of youtube videos, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and Instagram posts, as well as frequent references to that person’s training schedules, fitness regimes and dance philosophy. While appearing extremely ardent and passionate, it is not necessarily sexual in nature.
In my opinion, pole crushes are one of the perks of pole dancing. I think I crush on just about everyone I come in contact with. It’s wonderful to feel such appreciation for those around me. It’s like seeing beauty everywhere.
my bra Ken in action, in case you wanted to see what he was using it for. I’m not sure I want to see the video he makes with the RealDoll.
Time to cut the crap.
Now where did that cat go?