in the pole closet

I came across the term in studioveena yesterday and thought, “How very fitting.”

Although it’s pretty much a big part of my life and one of my absolute favorite hobbies, it isn’t something that most people know about. My closest friends and everyone at TG (duh) are a given. I think my closest friends have known since day 1, since I wouldn’t shut up about it and it was why I was always gone (aka the summer where I lived/camped out at Twirly Girls). It’s been a joke between everyone at the studio and me on how long I could keep up this whole thing without my parents finding out about it. As of yet, they still don’t know, although summer of 2011 is when my mom started suspecting that I had leukemia because I kept coming home with a billion sizable bruises. My dad would make cracks about how my future patients would never want me as their doctor because I was so clumsy. (Honestly, it helped that I was a klutz, because I could use that to explain basically all but the inner thigh bruising.)

But aside from that, I section it off from the rest of my life/world, not because I’m not proud to be a pole dancer or that I’m in any way ashamed of it, but because (especially now) professionally speaking, it would be on the slight side of terrible for this relatively conservative community to find out that one of their future doctors also happens to be a recreational pole dancer.

I can’t tell you how overjoyed I was when I finally saw the pole I ordered sitting outside my apartment though. It’d be so much better off in my living room (so much more space ;_: ), but for the time being, it’s staying in my room because every time I open the door for anyone (or if my landlord ever happens to walk in to make sure things are okay…), it’d be all kinds of awkward.

Case in point, he came over today to see when I wanted to take my AC units out (I haven’t used them at all since my parents left since I get cold kinda easily. Activate, BAT’s!! :[ ), and for a moment, I was kinda panicking because he was like, “I can take them out whenever (as in today, if you want).” Which is really awesome and super helpful of him, but my pole is up in my room right now and although taking it down doesn’t take too long, there was no way I could have stalled him long enough to actually take it down without him seeing it ;_;

Everything’s a-okay though. :D haha. Taking them out next week. :X

Long story short, I’m halfway in and out of the pole closet. :[


About Farrah

A frugal, selectively antisocial Family Medicine resident physician with too many interests. Loves...God, family, friends, volunteering and helping others, making others happy, music (especially piano and singing), Tahitian/hula/salsa/pole dancing, aerial silks, learning, writing, cooking, eating, sleeping, lifting weights, playing SNES and DS, photography, editing, window-shopping, gymnastics, kickboxing, BJJ, finding great deals, pyrography, horseback riding, archery, frolicking in the great outdoors...making every moment count.

Posted on September 23, 2012, in Day by Day and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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