I don’t know where to begin?
Should I begin with my love of music?
Maybe I should begin with my love of movement?
Oooh… how about my love of SEX!
No… I will start from the beginning and the love I have for myself.
I was born in the 70’s when “Free Love” was still the expression of the
times.
My Mamma was the ultimate hippy. From the top of her Afro puffs, to her
false lashes and lined slant eyes, she was high on life or was that the herb…al
essence of a tightly rolled zig-zag of grass she held between her silver
iridescent painted lips. She was free. Free from her Double D bra that
threatened to hold her down, braless she was under a tight psychedelic tia-died
tee followed by her tight bell bottom jeans with no panties, all the way down to
the wooden platform wedges on her cocoa butter oiled feet. Peace and Love she
was…
So when I, my mother’s child was born I came out the womb raised in this
new age mantra of freedom of expression and awareness. Living under the
philosophy of unity and love, oneness with the universe and the high power,
meditation chakras and… out-of-body experiences man… or was that the contact
high of a smoke filled room and Janis Joplin playing on the stereo…
Take
another little piece of my heart now, baby!
Oh, oh, break it!
Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You know you got it if it makes you feel good…
Oh, oh, break it!
Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You know you got it if it makes you feel good…
Yeah… I feel good!
I am high on life and the occasional screaming orgasm. I know who I am, I
am my Mamma’s child. Free. I run through the sprinklers – naked and free. I
squat behind trees and pee. I laugh loud, and flirt freely. I masturbate at
will… might take a picture of it and text. I grab my friend’s asses and I kiss
them on the lips. I read filthy novels and I cuss like a mutha shut-yo-mouf!
So in the new millennium where strength and independence is the
expression of the time, I sing from my heart and I pole dance!
I am Woman!
From my long kinky hair, to my sultry eyes and bright smile, I pole dance!
Down to my matching bra and panties, under my Baby Phat tee, I pole dance! From
my manicured hands to my pedicured toes, platform heels and Goddess pose. I
pole dance!
Living under the philosophy of female empowerment, strength and
heightened awareness of self. Freedom from self judgment and manipulation,
giving permission to feel. No guilt, no shame only courage and heart. Being
100% present and having alter ego, out-of-body experiences man… or is that the
contact high of a pole filled room and Beyonce playing on my MP3 player…
Tonight
I'll be your naughty girl
I'm callin all my girls
We're gonna turn this party out
I know you want my body
I'm callin all my girls
We're gonna turn this party out
I know you want my body
Whatever it is or whatever it was, I was born free, raised free and live
free with the understanding that I can do, be and achieve all that I set forth
in motion. I believe in living now and not later. No one limits me accept for
me. This is what I want to awaken in all women. This is what I believe Luscious
Maven’s do. We set women free! Spiritually, emotionally, physically thought the
movement of dance and the power of the pole!
Pole dancing is a new element of my life that I love and have a passion
for. It taps into my free spirit and takes me away from my 9-5, from stresses
of the day and my couch potato hubby and it centers me. It reminds me, if only
for a little while why I was put on this earth… to feel, to move, to express
and to create.
It has opened a door for me to teach what I love and to give what I already
know and understand to the next woman. That is what will be life changing for
me. To see the power of the pole change minds, change lives and open women up
to learn them selves, to understand who they are, and love every look, every inch
and every curve!
I am Woman
I am strong (strong)
I am invincible (invincible)
I am woman
I am invincible (invincible)
I am woman
