A few years back, I was at my local renaissance faire, watching a favorite band of mine playing one of their shows. Their music style is such that belly dancers tend to come up on stage to perform while they play, and this one particular dancer was just... entrancing. I was in awe of her moves, but even more so, of her costume. I LOVED it. I wanted to replicate it into my own version, and spent most of her performance figuring out what I'd do and how.
In searching for costume pieces online later, and finding that - unsurprisingly - most of what I was looking for was belly dance-specific, I came to the realization that if I'm going to be wearing a belly dance outfit, to be respectful, I should at least kind of know how to do the dance itself. And so I started looking online for local belly dance classes.
I never meant it to take off, or go far. I only wanted to learn basics to be able to dance passably well, if asked. But the studio I joined is a pole studio first and foremost, so in order to get to where the belly dancers practiced, I had to walk through the pole room - and see all the advanced tricks the ladies were doing, and adored it all. I had been curious about pole dancing previously, but in the way that one says "yeah, I'd like to try woodworking one day," not sure of the how or the when or the where, because you don't have your own workspace and don't know local places to go. Well, here was the absolute perfect opportunity laid out in front of me, and so, I took it.
At first, since I was still so unused to having the energy to go places after work, I just alternated classes - belly dance one week, pole the next. It went well enough, and I loved it, but progress was expectedly slow. A few months into this, the studio had its next student showcase, and my very first - and I danced with the rest of my beginner belly dance students, performing in front of people for the very first time ever.
And, perhaps more importantly, I also got to watch all the other classes and their performances, and - oh, my, I completely fell head-over-heels in love with all of it then. The sexiness, the power, the fluidity, the control, the confidence. I wanted it ALL. I went from one to three classes a week, experimenting with what third class I liked most until I fell into burlesque.
And, well. I kept at it. I kept going. I fell more in love every week. And I got good at it. And, simultaneously, I was exposed to my classmates taking those skills, those sexy dancing skills, and taking them elsewhere - burlesque shows, the local strip club, you name it. And several of those people also worked on OnlyFans.
I decided I wanted to try that, too.
And in following fellow content creators to help build my feed and my community, I found SuicideGirls.
And. Here I am.
You know the rest. 💕✨💕✨💕
P.S. I did end up finishing that costume that started it all. 😌😌
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