Brice LaGrand: Pole dancer and belly dancer in Albuquerque

This post could also be titled “Hi. I’m Brice. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I needed to publish something on this site so I decided to make a fool out of myself instead of forming a legitimate plan.”

But that was too wordy.

My name is Brice LaGrand and I’m a pole dancer and belly dancer in Albuquerque, New Mexico. The location and vocation may change at some point, and maybe that’s why I’m writing this: to talk about me on some other level.

This is me in my natural state:

Klutzily clinging to a pole in an attempt to woo you.
Klutzily clinging to a pole in an attempt to woo you.

Not pictured: a stack of accounting, finance, and economics textbooks I’ve been procrastinating on reading. For my MBA. Which I’m getting. In like a year.

This is also me:

A super awkward photo of me sitting on a rock awkwardly because I'm awkward, taken by my BFF.
A super awkward photo of me sitting on a rock awkwardly because I’m awkward, taken by my BFF.

More accurately, it’s a photo of me awkwardly attempting to smile while climbing a rock in Red Sands, El Paso because I had been interviewed by a magazine and they wanted some kind of photo that illustrated triumph or whatever.

It was taken at a weird time in my life when I didn’t really know who I was or what I wanted to do. My photographer was my best friend and we had attempted to run a fitness and health blog called Get Two Fit that never Got Off the Ground (although I will say that two years later, one of our videos had like 10,000 views on YouTube and I had done absolutely nothing to promote it, so that’s pretty cool). I didn’t know how to pole dance at the time and I had fallen out of touch with belly dance several years before.

I was also really lonely, a little out of shape (no, I don’t see the irony there), and very sad. So I guess you could say this photo is excellent documentation of how great my “this doesn’t hurt at all” face is.

A few months later, I met this guy:

You know you really love someone when you look hideous in a photo, but show it anyways because they look super cute.
You know you really love someone when you look hideous in a photo, but show it anyways because they look super cute.

He’s the one who RUINED MY FUCKING LIFE AND TURNED ME INTO A STRIPPER.

Just kidding. He’s my fiance and he’s wonderful and when I say I love you today, I mean it with as much passion and care as I did the first time.

The two of us adopted two cats and moved to Albuquerque together.

And then, one day, I remembered how much I missed dancing.

So I started doing it again.

And I fell in love with it all over again.

And I fell in love with life all over again.

And that’s what brings me here.

Dance gives my life love, joy, and meaning. It makes me happy. I like to share what makes me happy with other people. Every time I teach a lesson or perform on stage or even talk about my experiences and joy, I get to share a little bit of my happiness with other people. That’s pretty cool.

So if you like dancing, too, or if you have an appreciation for the art, sport, or sexiness of what I do (or want to watch me fall on my face on video someday), I’d love to have you along for the ride.

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