There's a journal entry I wrote about ten years ago when I was sixteen years old. During exam week I crashed from about 40 hrs of no sleep and I had a very vivid nightmare about being a stripper. (Mind you, this was way prior to any pole community that I was aware of and as far as I knew at the time pole dancing was only in strip-clubs.)
Although I may someday dig out that journal and post the full entry in my blog, for now I'll just give you the basic jist of what happened. I was on a stage in a club and I was dancing pretty much nude on a pole covered in spikes. I did not have any idea about actual pole moves so in the dream I was just climbing, grinding, sliding and spinning or whatever but everytime I did I would tear huge sheets of my legs and inner thigh skin to ribbons. There were people I knew in the audience who were watching me; my ex-boyfriend, my teachers, classmates, friends, family, etc. Which of course was way more creepy than the fact I was mutilating myself on this pole and bleeding everywhere, but somehow unable to stop.
There's a lot more that happened, something to do with a blue light and little kid wearing my ex-boyfriend's White Zombie t'shirt but I don't remember all the details. Like I said, I'll probably post the rest in a blog at a later date. Either way, I think that my interest in learning to pole probably started somewhat with the desire to overcome the fear and shame I felt in this horrible, stress-induced dream.
~*Serzi