One thing about pole that sets itself apart from other sports is the ability to make your mark as an individual.
Of all the Pole Idols out there it’s impossible to find two identical styles. We’ve got Felix and her Sexy Flexy style, Alethea and her Pure Sex style, Jenyne and her Effortlessly Pretty style, Natasha Wang and her Impeccably Perfect Lines style and on and on and on.
But this week I found the pole artist that I look up to the most. The one whose style I long to embrace.
Zoraya Judd and her Sexy Beast style.
I first saw her perform at the Pole Expo in Las Vegas (paid for a live streaming ticket, oh what I’d give to see it first hand) and was gobsmacked. I had never seen a women show such strength and control while at the same time looking so fucking hot! (I am a good judge of hotness in ladies, I consider myself an expert in this field.)
She is now known for incorporating her 40lb snake into her routine, but my favourite video of her is before that time.
She’s only been pole dancing for 3 years, so that means this video was taken around her 2 year mark. What a sexy beast!
Funny enough in class this week, as a way to challenge me, my teacher asked me to do a brass monkey up the pole. Could I do it? No. But the next day I found this video and saw her climb the pole doing a brass monkey climb all the way up. Are you kidding me?? Ok, challenge accepted.
My teacher has been awesome with trying to find new ways to push me. Sometimes I think she just wants to stump me, but either way I like being pushed to the extremes.
But when push comes to shove one must always, always listen to their body, especially when it whispers advice or forewarns of impeding doom.
Yesterday I went hard. I noticed some new pole kisses along my bicep, something I hadn’t seen since learning the Yogini a couple months ago.
I still wasn’t totally happy with my practice. Yes, I was able to get the moves I had set out to do, but upon viewing the footage I kept cringing with how un-graceful everything was. I know grace and flow comes with time but I still somehow expect myself to have perfect lines with every execution. So today, despite my body creaking and groaning and a little voice whispering, “Hey, why don’t you just stick to stretching today?” I set out with the same agenda.
I still didn’t have perfect lines (duh). I don’t know what I thought would be so different given the less than 24 hours between attempts, but things were a little bit easier. However, at the very end after countless brass monkeys I decided to try it yet again. But, y’know, perfect this time.
“Maybe you should just stop for now.” said the little voice.
And with that I leaned forward into another brass monkey climb, felt all my muscles turn to jello and fell, banging my shoulder and bending my thumb into an unnatural position.
Who knows when I’ll be able to grip the pole again, I couldn’t even open a ziploc bag full of frozen berries after that.
So, listen to that little voice. Even if you want to tape its mouth shut.