Climbing Giants and Jungian Journeys
Hope everyone’s having a pretty good summer. I know it can be beastly with the heat wave and all. We were preparing to make it out to the State Fair, my “eater’s holiday,” but the day we chose was an inordinate heat wave with the threat of thunderstorms. Not only that, but the day before was my periodontal appointment, where I got a second titanium bolt installed in my maxilla, so not only couldn’t I eat, I had to lie down with an ice pack to the side of my face.
OTOH, ambient music and one Tramadol can go a long way toward communing with the Jungian giantess archetypes.
“Twelve Inches”
It’s always interesting to read an outsider’s take on Size Fantasy. In “Twelve Inches,” author Christina Milletti tracks the disappointment of a wife whose husband begins shrinking.
What Would Girls Do?
Someone asked what women would do if they found a tiny man, and the answers are … disappointing. So much of this sounds suspicious: either the people answering these questions are much younger than they’re pretending to be, or illiteracy and emotional immaturity now extend into Americans’ 20s and 30s. The only response that sounds like what a Size fetishist would want to hear comes from someone who sounds like a man pretending to answer as a woman.
Climbing the Giant
Game developer Toyojiro is developing an Unreal Engine model in which a tiny player can climb a gigantic player. Yes, like Castlevania or Shadow of the Colossus. And some might say it’s useless or unwieldy, but the fact is people keep trying to build this dynamic into games, so eventually it’s going to get good, and eventually we’ll use it to climb gigantic women. It’s inevitable.
View the video here. The original article was posted on 80 Level, a gaming magazine, but all their pertinent links go to X, and I really don’t like sending traffic to X.
Federico Fellini and the Giantess
Perhaps you already knew this. It’s news to me that, at an early age, famed Italian director Federico Fellini had a recurring dream of drowning in the ocean, despite growing in a seaside community where everyone learned to swim. In the dream, he was rescued at the last second by a gigantic female monster (i.e., a giantess) who cradled him between her huge breasts, doting on him. He began to look forward to these drowning nightmares, knowing he would always be safe, excited to meet the giantess again.
As giantess fans, we already know about his wonderful Bocaccio ’70, a triptych of movies about how men regard and treat women. The first, “The Temptations of Dr. Antonio,” features a gigantic Anita Eckberg tormenting a hypocritically pious social watchdog with his own latent desires.
For Fellini it is the Giantess who appears unbidden in his psyche when he is fourteen and continues to reappear throughout his life. Initially its daimonic power is projected on actresses that inspire Fellini. While, at first, she is experienced as an unconscious muse bringing phantasmagoric images that populate his movies, Fellini eventually begins to separate from her magnetic effect and, with her consent, develops some influence over her. As he stops projecting her on women, the giantess reveals herself as an autonomous being and allows herself to be fully seen.
Anyway, here’s a link to an academic paper a researcher did, examining Fellini’s The Book of Dreams for all content pertaining to his giantess fetish. I’m afraid some of the researcher’s suppositions miss the mark, perhaps because he’s unfamiliar with macrophilia, but it’s still very interesting to peruse.
Lastly, if you’re in the mood for even more reading, see if you can find a copy of The Little Everyman: Stature and Masculinity in Eighteenth-Century English Literature by Deborah Needleman Armintor. She happened to notice how often stories, plays, and illustrations utilized shrunken men for various purposes.
Little men, both real and imagined, embodied the anxieties of a newly bourgeois English culture and were transformed to suit changing concerns about the status of English masculinity in the modern era.
— Deborah Needleman Armintor
I know I’m going to grab my own copy, both to learn about the psyche of 18th-century creators and to hopefully pick up on new resources to dive into. It’s slightly more than one-third the cost of Fellini’s Book of Dreams, making it quite accessible to we laity.
And there you go, another round of Size Fantasy-related materials. It’s less porn, admittedly, and more cerebral examination of mixed-size dynamics, which I hope isn’t too disappointing. It ties into my own spiritual journey, as I explore historical giantess cults and prepare to begin communing with my own Muse archetype. For that matter, let me plug something I’ve been developing (CW: with ChatGPT), the Catechism of the Giantess. This concept has been fermenting in my brain for several years. I wanted to know what this would look like, so I had the LLM knock one out, and I find it quite attractive. What would giantess worship look like these days, and why would someone engage in it? I’m about to find out.
In Her Shadow,
Aborigen
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