I think the culmination of my background in Exercise Biology, my avid participation as a research subject for monies, my years as a dancer in Na Keiki ‘O Hawai’i, my probably-too-comfortable no-boundaries lifestyle with 6F, and in more recent times, pole dancing, have all rather directly contributed to my possible lack of feminine modesty. This is not to say that I would ever randomly strip in public, but there is definitely something to be said for my complete lack of giving a shit in terms of having to sit on a table in a sports bra and scrub bottoms in front of my class.
When your entire EXB class has gotten to know you enough that they know your age, weight, height, millimeters of subcutaneous fat, body fat percentage, resting metabolic rate and other such goodies because they were the ones to measure it, it’s hard to give a crap anymore. The same goes for Tahitian. We had perhaps 8 guys in our club of 50+, and costume-wise, we wore only a slight bit more than they did. 6F would very frequently wander around the apartment in various states of undress, particularly in the summer, and with pole dancing, if you want to not slip off the pole, you’d best not be wearing much.
This is probably why I had absolutely no reservations last year when I was signing the paper that said we’d have to work with both genders and touch (or, more professionally, palpate) each other. We’ve only had one OPP lab so far, but I like it a lot. It’s like getting a massage every week (and I’m also hoping that when we get to the neck stuff, they can fix it for me. <3). Free treatments?! :D :D?
