Hippy Girl
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Dressed in that long cleaning skirt walking down the street, the wind catching your hair and whipping it about your face. Down the street and into my dreams. Thank you, hippy girl.
Dressed in that long cleaning skirt walking down the street, the wind catching your hair and whipping it about your face. Down the street and into my dreams. Thank you, hippy girl.
The allure of the pole is everywhere! Set up a vertical pole and suddenly hot women want to dance on them. It goes beyond strippers. It goes beyond the sorority house. Even…
Even at the Burning Man festival.
What drives these women? What makes them want that pole? What makes them spin and clamp and flex for everyone to see? What turns these women into wannabe strippers mentally buckled into five-inch heels? What is the power of this simple upright bar?
I don’t know. But I like it.