Sizey Updates for Friday, Nov. 10
What’s so important about November 10? A few things.
Millennials and Zoomers won’t get the reference, but “Doctor Livingstone, I presume” was born on this day. Journalist-explorer Henry M. Stanley found long-lost missionary David Livingstone near Lake Tanganyika, shared by Burundi, DR Congo, Tanzania, and Zambia, way back in 1871.
Hirohito (posthumously Emperor Shōwa) was enthroned as Emperor of Japan in 1928. He proceeded to dispose of millions of his loyal subjects into pointless military conflicts, in a misguided attempt to expand Japanese influence. Little did he know, all he’d have to do was track what teenage girls found interesting to dominate the global imagination.
In 1954, the iconic Marine Corps Memorial was dedicated by President Eisenhower in Arlington, VA, and in 1982, the Vietnam Veterans Memorial was opened in Washington DC.
In 2017, Louis CK admitted that claims of harassment against him were true, and in 2021, Kyle Rittenhouse took the stand for murdering unarmed protesters in Kenosha, WI. Today we can see that their careers were unharmed by these proceedings.
But that’s not why I called your eyeballs here today, no. Today is a glorious day, an auspicious day, one of the most important days for us Size fetishists, fans, and creators alike. Leave your cars out for crushing, trim your roofs (rooves?) with FAA-approved runway lights, and get your affairs in order: It’s International Giantess Day!
That’s right, for several years we cognoscenti have observed this holiday with reverence and real affection. How do we observe International Giantess Day? A-doy: just stick your head out your door, scan the horizon for anything resembling a colossal woman, then drive out to where she’s standing and thank her for her service.
Think about it. It takes a lot out of a girl to be a giantess. Everything about her is exposed, nothing is personal. Well, the insides are personal, but don’t think for a second some jackoff’s not trying to break in to this or that orifice without an invitation. There’s a terrible sense of entitlement in our Western society, where sections of people’s brains rub against and bleed into each other. There’s one part of the brain that identifies objects and estimates their desirability, right next to the part that says anything you want must be yours.
Not only that, the giantess’s landscape is simultaneously lonely and highly competitive. For years and decades, a giantess can roam the continent, bury herself under mountains, cool off in the oceans, and the only other living things she encounters are about the size of her fingernail. They want things from her, they demand them, and she can’t relate to them at all. She’s lonely and alienated, she despairs of her fate. Then one day she spots another giantess, perhaps a slightly taller one, and it’s not enough to have been the most colossal living being up to this point. Now there’s something bigger, and the only thing that matters is getting bigger than that.
Oof. No thanks!
If you’re anything like me, you might be wondering what’s going on in giantess news. Well, let me tell you.
There are a couple video games on the horizon you might be interested in. The Police Mystery is available on Steam (some people quibble about the price), and in this game you’re a police officer who’s been shrunken down and has to survive an environment filled with your female coworkers and civilians. People have compared it to Mister Mosquito, though I’m not sure whether that was favorably or otherwise. Yes, the models look awkward and the movement seems clunky, but there’s no question I’m going to get this game.
Steam also has a dating sim called SAEKO: Giantess Dating Sim (trailer), which is pretty much what it sounds like. The graphics are even more minimalist, some might say retro, and it’s a survival horror game as you take stock of your resources and try to escape the slightly unhinged Japanese woman who has claimed you for her own.
Count on the UK’s Daily Star to lose their British composure over seedy stories of the curious and unusual. Model Marie Temara markets herself as seven feet tall but admits to only being just under 6’3”. She has an OnlyFans page, she’s on Instagram and Xitter, and she talks about the high-ticket requests various ambitious fans have had for her, like flying her out to a house to make a sculpture of her ($75,000) and sex ($1M), but she makes over $400K/year through her videos, so why bother with sketchy and spurious opportunities?
Daily Star has covered her several times, in repetitive fluff pieces, writing about her weird fan requests and how she nearly got banned from Instagram for wearing a bikini (ostensibly because there’s more of her to be exposed than on other women). Honestly, this is the kind of thing that US morning radio shows/podcasts would cover, because they subsist on each other’s news feeds, all taking their unimaginative shots at pointing out the weirdos, the freaks, anything that doesn’t resemble them.
For instance, the New York Post, UK’s competitor for trashy sensationalism, covered Lucie Tabitha, a 6’1” model on TikTok. They talked about her background, getting bullied for her height, and how she now charges $500 for custom videos of their request: stomping and eating, like we might expect. Appearing in New York Post was all the investigation required by the Mike O’Meara Show, in which a stereotypical Boomer smokes his cigar, gets his balls polished by his cohosts, and reads articles like this from the New York Post. His cohosts stumble through lazy jokes and disingenuous “I can’t believe what this country’s coming to” despair.
Ugh. Anyway.
Artist Mandi Caskey was commissioned to design a mural to cover the former Witter-Davis Furniture Co. building in Springville, NY. Why am I bringing this to you? Because it features a sleeping giantess, of course. She was inspired by the Iroquois myth of Stone Giants, men who toughened their bodies by rolling in sand, making them large and brutal. Sometimes they’re called Stonecoats, with bodies covered in rock-hard scales that repel weapons. The myth tells us these giants came from the west, intent on exterminating the Iroquois. The giants attempted to fight a tribe of Senecas, who appealed to the God of the West Wind, and the god blew the entire race of giants into a deep gulf.
Photo: @miss.birdy (Instagram)
To Mandi the imagery in “A Wish on the Wind” represents a more nurturing figure. “Caskey created a story about a woman giantess who roamed the land and fell in love with the land and wanted to become part of it forever, so she could give back to the creatures who live here. She is sleeping, with lights glowing in the buildings on her shoulder. As her hair falls along her back, night moves toward dawn.” — Buffalo News
Have you heard of the Maine Giantess?
Last August, the Wilton Historical Society of Maine observed the 200th birthday of Sylvia Hardy, born August 10, 1824, known as “the Maine Giantess.” At the age of 19 she was over seven feet tall, and by age 40 she peaked at 7’10”, probably. She traveled with Barnum’s American Museum around the United States, presented herself independently until 1861, then hopped on the spiritualism trend and became a medium. When she passed away in 1888, at 65, she was buried in an 8’-long casket requiring 16 pallbearers. How about that?
That’s about all I’ve got for now. Goodnight, everyone, and a Happy International Giantess Day to us all, like it or not!
In Her Shadow,
Aborigen
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