There's an entry for "the pose" on Urban Dictionary. It's just some common photo where someone(usually female, rarely male) is posing for a photo, lying on their stomach, with their legs up showcasing their feet. It's apparently the most requested type of photo rather than just a blunt showcase of soles.
i’d like to think that foot worship offers enough options that we don’t have to call one thing “the pose”, but i guess it’s not my problem. i don’t know. i like feet people. i like people who are into things that don’t directly produce offspring, it’s like they hijacked sexuality away from the prime directive.
Eskrima uses knives/sticks. Surely that's enough to push someone away. You could always learn judo. It's gotten popular recently due to the sudden fringe celeb status of UFC female bantamweight champion Ronda Rousey(bronze medal Olympian in Judo)
yeah, something that extends my reach would be good. i think i would probably excel at judo based on my build but i’m way too phobic of grabbing and being grabbed.
I have this idea that if I ever get in a fight, like with a mugger or something, a lifetime of repressed violent stress will cause me to permanently disfigure my attacker. I bet lots of people think this exact thing about themselves though.
An extremely bright and ambitious gay friend of mine has gone to Moscow in the name of some no-doubt beatifically noble self-sacrificing mission, and it’s making me feel really guilty about my own uselessness to humanity, and really aware that all my fantasies about throwing myself into the service of others end with me being homeless and broke and needing someone else’s charity because I couldn’t figure out what to do or how to do it right.
This obnoxiously loud, building quaking aerobic dance class at my gym has, I think, finally attained some level of genuine, horrible sublimity -- as I write they're playing Santa Esmerelda's full "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" cover as part of this dance medley mix and forcing the students to match all of the clapping while fluttering around the room and leaping off of those plastic floor stands.
Once in an extreme blue moon, this guy sends me a weird confession from his gym. It’s kind of ok.