From Sheila's latest S Factor Newsletter:
So, I'm teaching on the Westside last Thursday night. We're using one of those tension poles, you know, where it's just pressure holding the pole up. I throw a flying firefly and I and the pole and together go flying across the room, bounce about three times before landing, me on my ass, the pole on her side. She makes a hell of a lot more noise then I do, but, hey, she's made out of metal and I'm only flesh and bone. I've been pole dancing for about six years now, so I've had a few falls so I'm getting pretty good at it. 'Go with the fall, go with the fall,' is what I say over and over to myself as I'm flying through the air. And it pretty much works, I got a little bruised but, thank God, that's it. Lesson learned. Forget the tension poles. Bolt your babies top and bottom and, if you have to have a removable pole, I love the Lil Minx poles that we sell because, even though they have spring mounted tension, they have a little anchor on top that keeps it in place.
Oh, you mean a tension pole like the one I have upstairs? And how much less does Sheila weigh than me? Fan-fucking-tastic.