In 1992 I started pole dancing. Back then there were only a few pole moves that were shared knowledge between pole dancers; The Corkscrew, the Flag & the Fireman spin. All pole moves were done on a stationary pole. Pole dancers used to make up their own pole moves. Today some pole dancers still make up new pole tricks & spins. I enjoy creating new pole moves from beginner to advanced. I've been teaching pole dancing for 12 years and know the risk to injury. Many people do not understand how to slowly build upon each pole move. My newest certification is in Pole Flight. A silk attached to a pole. I understand coming to a pole class could be out of your comfort zone. Recently, I started doing Pole competitions. Teaching and competing are totally different. I was so nervous when I did my first pole competition in Miami back in 2013 my best friend and ex-student Ceilia Cellab was supposed to go with me. Unfortunetly she had a freak accident and could not go. I went alone to my first pole competition & placed 2 in the Masters entertainment level 3. I've decided I need to compete more. In June 2018 I competed in NYC. I was nervous & not myself. In November 2018 I went to Seattle for another pole competition & placed 1st in the Championship level 4 Masters. I want to help people get over their fear, the more you come to class the more comfortable you will get. You just have to take the first step, email me.
I did not get to enjoy a normal childhood like most people. My father died when I was 8 years old. My mother snapped and never came back. She had Schizophrenia and her parents did not want to help her. Alone she raised 4 children the best she could with her illness. Many times we did not have any food or clean clothing. My mother never held a job for long. She never made us cookies, read us a book, helped us with homework, or cleaned the house. My brothers and I were embrassed by our living situation and never had friends over. Occasionally my mom would cook for us but that was a couple times per year. The Thanksgiving turkey was allways under cooked. As a teenager my mom would say,"I am going to send you to St. Joseph's Villa". I ran away at 14 years old and was gone for a year. I worked a job and rented a room. I came back because I missed my brothers. My mother filed a PINS petition against me and I was sent to Hillside children's home then transfirred to North Haven Children's home. North Haven is not what it used to be. Back in 1980's it was a children's jail. They took your coat and shoes appon arrival and locked it up. I ran away from there with no shoes or jacket in February. I stayed with my boyfriend until I was hit by a car while riding a motorcycle. I went to a foster home to recover from my injury. Then the foster home journey started where I was bounced around from one to the next. Some of the people were only in it for the money. The foster home with the swingers was the worst. My foster father tried to rape me. The foster home with the cock roaches second worst then the forster home where my foster brother beat me up third worst. More of my story to come soon. Check back!
I did not get to enjoy a normal childhood like most people. My father died when I was 8 years old. My mother snapped and never came back. She had Schizophrenia and her parents did not want to help her. Alone she raised 4 children the best she could with her illness. Many times we did not have any food or clean clothing. My mother never held a job for long. She never made us cookies, read us a book, helped us with homework, or cleaned the house. My brothers and I were embrassed by our living situation and never had friends over. Occasionally my mom would cook for us but that was a couple times per year. The Thanksgiving turkey was allways under cooked. As a teenager my mom would say,"I am going to send you to St. Joseph's Villa". I ran away at 14 years old and was gone for a year. I worked a job and rented a room. I came back because I missed my brothers. My mother filed a PINS petition against me and I was sent to Hillside children's home then transfirred to North Haven Children's home. North Haven is not what it used to be. Back in 1980's it was a children's jail. They took your coat and shoes appon arrival and locked it up. I ran away from there with no shoes or jacket in February. I stayed with my boyfriend until I was hit by a car while riding a motorcycle. I went to a foster home to recover from my injury. Then the foster home journey started where I was bounced around from one to the next. Some of the people were only in it for the money. The foster home with the swingers was the worst. My foster father tried to rape me. The foster home with the cock roaches second worst then the forster home where my foster brother beat me up third worst. More of my story to come soon. Check back!