Radical Gigantism
There are two ways to interpret these articles that gawk in fascination at the growing #giantess fetish. It comes up cyclically in the United States, with PornHub or Clips4Sale releasing their annual rundown of what people are viewing and from where. It gets picked up by brothers-in-scum The Sun in England and The New York Post in the States, then makes the rounds on morning radio shows hosted by toxic Boomers who giggle like preteens at others’ vulnerability.
One way to look at these articles is unpleasant, feeding into the freakshow attitude of these tabloid outlets. Don’t do that, don’t place your self-esteem in the hands of those slope-browed goons.
The other way to look at them is to accurately interpret that our desires aren’t that strange at all. There’s a broad panoply of kinks and urges, all speaking to a set of common desires that everyone shares, from the vanilla to the deviant. Is #giantess becoming more popular, or are more people feeling empowered to own it, as more and more of these stories emerge?
Thus I extend a hearty welcome from Minnesota, multiply recognized as frequently searching for giant women online, to none other than England, the sole giantess-fetishizing European nation in Clips4Sale’s May 2024 report. Well met, mate.
Creative Writing
In my personal life, I had a rude awakening recently. I was developing a small project of training ChatGPT to write Size porn. It was going well and I was excited, but then I woke up to this notice:
Google’s content filters found my document in Google Drive, and they locked it down, preventing me from accessing it. There was no warning: had their been, I would’ve downloaded it to my own computer. There was no option to appeal it, either. They simply said “we’re taking this away from you” and that was the end of the conversation, as far as the erstwhile “Do No Evil” group was concerned.
This had happened before, actually. At the start of May, Wired put out an article about a romance writer who found her entire Drive off-limits to herself. And that was her living, that was her career. Google assumed that she was spamming people because she does business with a lot of clients, so they bricked her account, no questions asked. I read that, and my reaction was “countdown until they come for me.”
And maybe you heard word floating around that Google was using its users’ documents in Drive to train its AI. That was true, but the story that came out was incomplete: they were only reading “public” documents.
What Google considers “public” is any document sitting in the Home of your Drive account, and any document that you’ve shared with anyone. Armed with that knowledge, I simply click-and-dragged my manuscript into a private folder and broke the restriction. But did you know that, that Google’s literally scanning the documents you store in their cloud?
I complained about this on Mastodon, and this resulted in my first-ever viral post on social media. The upshot of this was that programmers and security aficionados around the world recommended a plethora of secure file-sharing options and private writing tools. Even when I explained that I’m not tech-savvy enough to host my own server (and Nextcloud came up a lot!), people offered to do the hard work for me and provide me access to private and secure channels. I was floored by their generosity, and I’m still making plans to successfully divest from Google and Microsoft, while I’m at it.
In the meantime, I would love to share this with any aspiring creative writer out there. I reviewed several writing programs, both downloadable and browser-based, that have different strength and styles based on what you want. Building a novel? Want to crank out a short story? Do you think like a computer? There’s something here for you, even if you’re into FOSS and Linux. I had a ton of fun getting ChatGPT to generate a hokey fantasy story, illustrations by Perchance, to create sample manuscripts and explore how these apps worked. I even bought two of them, just to support the developers.
Old-School Internet
I’m still tooling around with Neocities. If you’re looking for a home base—you know, for when someone buys out your favorite social media platform and implodes it, or when your favorite artistic community suddenly imposes puritanical standards and begins suspending your friends’ accounts—this is where you can build a website for your giantess fetish needs. If you know any web-building code (or know how to ask ChatGPT to write it), you can make a nice little repository for your stories, artwork, thoughts and dreams, &c. I’m developing my own alternate site here. It’s not fancy, but it’s efficient. The stories are TXT files and I can lower the image resolution low enough so that the five gigs it came with will never run out. …but of course I bought a membership, I support developers and creators.
When I can, that is. I had to revoke all my Patreon support, to some of my favorite artists, for two reasons.
One goes back a few years, when the CEO of Patreon went on a right-wing talk show and extolled his defense of freedom of expression, then suspended a leftist indie news group for activity that had nothing to do with Patreon, at the behest of the Proud Boys. I asked Patreon’s Trust & Safety team to confirm that CEO Jack Conte was not sympathetic to white nationalist interests, and this is what they told me:
… the Trust & Safety team does not share details related to our investigation or actions that might be taken as a direct result of the investigation.
Talk about a full-throated disavowal of encroaching fascism in our own nation.
The other reason has to do with allegations of a form of pedophilia finding a home on Patreon. Read up on “Managed by Moms,” it’s an extension of the child beauty pageants, but now children ages 5 through 17 are being dressed up by their mothers in sexually provocative outfits and transmitted on social media. And apparently some of these are raising money for this awfulness through Patreon. Other people can decide if they want to do business with a place that supports that, like other people decided they couldn’t move their Substack elsewhere when CEO Hamish McKenzie said Nazis deserved space in his platform.
As for me, I have some very clear, solid lines I can’t cross.
What does this have to do with the giantess fetish? It’s kinda inextricable: if you create images of giant or tiny people, even if everyone’s clothed (the fact of their size damns it as a fetish, in their eyes) many platforms will suspend your account and most online financial services will bar you from use; it’s only slightly less bad if you write giantess smut, but getting worse. So you’re trying to pursue your bliss, and the System is legislating a false morality to fight you. What can you do?
Call your representatives, and then explore the underground of online culture: open-source software, end-to-end encryption, anything to get you away from the mainstream businesses that think they have a right to tell you what to feel and how to speak. And we haven’t even touched on the christofascist movement that lies about their opposition, including porn…
The rabbit hole goes deep. You just wanted to get your jollies to a picture of a man wrestling the bare toes of a giantess, and next thing you know, you’re shopping for black BDU pants, stocking your Github, and timing your online access to make sense with your VPN connection to Algeria.
And that’s still not as difficult as coming up with an answer when your mother asks you what it is that’s taking up so much of your creative effort lately, and can you share it with her.
In Her Shadow,
Aborigen
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