by Sheena LaShay

I feel as if a significant amount of my time is spent adjusting. Adjusting my bra straps so that they are perfectly hidden under my short sleeve shirts. Adjusting my buttons to ensure the crevices of my breast are not seen. Adjusting my zippers, snaps, lengths and fabrics all to ensure I’m not revealing, showing, and/or exposing my self.

This is because to do so would be deemed “INDECENT.” There are so many adjustments for perceived notions of decency.

I recall a day when I must have adjusted my bra strap fifty times and still, it kept sliding down. No matter how tight I made it, no matter how I pinned it, twisted it, it kept sliding down my arm.

There was another time when I wore a very proper and professional dress to work. However, due to wear and tear, my front top button just kept giving way. I kept adjusting it, my body and how I held myself because of this.

I am so tired of adjusting. I’m so tired of tightening, buttoning, zipping, snapping, hiding, all in an effort to be decent for someone else. I know according to our modern day “standards” it is the civil, appropriate, correct, dignified, courteous, modest, righteous, virtuous, good mannered thing to do. However, sometimes I want to just say to hell with civility. I need to be able to commit indecent acts of exposure.

For that, I’m grateful for the pole and for the dance studios and for the costumes (or lack thereof).  I’m grateful for the music and floor work and lap dances and slow grinding and hip circles and legs and exposed skin and asses and the dark lights or red lights and pelvic gyrations.

It’s in that wonderful sanctuary where I do not do any adjusting. If something falls or comes loose or hangs a bit, it is ok. If the fabric is long or short, tight or flowy, it is ok. If my bra straps fall down or if the only thing I’m wearing is a bra, it is ok. If I want to dance in pants or only lace panties and 7 inch heels, its is ok. Not only is it ok, it is affirmed and celebrated.

Sometimes I get so sick of adjusting for “decency.” Thank goodness, I have a safe environment where that word and concept doesn’t need to come into play. I find it so empowering and liberating.

How often do you adjust? When was the last time your indecent acts of exposure were celebrated and affirmed?

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