My pole dancing journey was never smooth sailing. It took some falls, some deep falls, some so deep they seemed bottomless and hopeless.
The man who had threatened to cut a piece off his Mother right in front of his sisters now lays his head in Her lap, curled into fetal position as if he could somehow return to very womb he assaulted. But the Earth Mother strokes his hair and whispers that all will be well: Hush, hush. You have ...