Dancing is just physics, people. I love where I go swing dancing on Fridays. It's a place filled with booze, music, and, most importantly, people who can really dance. All my friends who are regulars there may not be shitlords, but they're either muscular or thin: dancers tend to be fit as hell once they really get sucked into it.  But occasionally large groups of people for events come by: it's an awesome place, so I'm not surprised. Most of them do the drop-in beginner lesson, dance a few times, and then move to the sides. Even fatties will at least try one or two dances, which is how this whole thing got started.  I was on the sidelines between dances, and most of my friends had either gone to get more drinks or were talking with one another. A smallfat came up to me when I was doing this, and asked me to dance. I said okay, because I was about to change shirts anyways and I'm not so much of an asshole to deny absolute beginners a chance to dance.  I did a lot of the basic moves they learned in the lesson, which is very safe and simple.  But the thing is, swing dancing isn't supposed to be safe. I had just, a few minutes before, gone out into the jam circle. This is where a fast song is being played, and the experienced dancers basically are doing moves at such a speed that we're basically flinging ourselves at each other. I don't know whether it was trying to be sexy, but after doing the basic moves, she drew close and whispered "You can be rougher with me." into my ear. She wanted to dance like I had into the jam circle, but there's a reason why I wasn't doing that: I could barely get a grip between her sweaty hands and her fat which blocked a proper handhold on it's back.  Going at a fast speed + such a crappy grip = I'd probably go bowling with fatties on the dance floor. Dancing is just physics, people.