The Boundaries Are Porous
I’m still doing my study of the runes, you know, one futhark rune each week. I keep it in my pocket, I think about it when I touch it, I try to look at my life through its filter. This week it’s Kenaz, the torch of creativity, and I’m pleased to say that in this spirit I’ve been doing some writing. Tuesday, I wrote “Drowning in Ass,” inspired by a fortuitous AI-generated image that deviated slightly from my instructions. And for a lovely young giantess of my acquaintance I’m building a series, “The Quiet Trap.” Three installments so far, and when I wrap up this newsletter there’ll be a fourth before I go to sleep. I’m just super-motivated to get these ideas out there. Is that the fault of the rune? Is this the work of the Giantess’s hand?
The Miniature Wife
I was excited enough to learn that Attack of the 50-Foot Woman was being remade; less so, that Tim Burton was directing it, which puts it solidly in the “could be great, could be awful” gray zone.
But “The Miniature Wife,” I’d read that. I discovered it on my own in a book someone else had reserved, found a copy online, and I think I even read it to my own wife. She already knew the plot when I explained that Peacock was going to feature “The Miniature Wife” as a series, staring Elizabeth Banks (Hunger Games, Pitch Perfect) and Matthew Macfayden (Succession, Pride & Prejudice). Not who I pictured when I read the story, but that’s fine.
SAEKO, Again
Yes, now that SAEKO’s English version has been released, it’s flooding the feeds. Now you can follow the walkthrough and apprise yourself of the dating achievements. The complaints against it aren’t anything damning: one person didn’t expect it to be as psychologically involving as he’d hoped. Another was upset that a giant man exists in the game.
Giant(ess) Grab Bag
No, seriously, my Google Alert feed was jammed with SAEKO news, with only brief intermissions for DeviantArt videos and ASMR porn.
But I was playing around with ChatGPT and it did something new. In our conversation, I only mentioned “Scandinavian-inspired homes,” and in response it topped its reply with a gallery of images (34 in total) of tastefully decorated home interiors, beautifully shot. I’m like, “ChatGPT, what the fuck did you just do?”
The program spent a lot of time denying what had happened, waving it off as a glitch, but eventually admitted that, yes, it can pull images off the web and link to their sources, creating a curated gallery on any topic. And me being me, I compelled it to search for “giantess.” It produced a lot of sites and material I haven’t seen yet, maybe some of it will be interesting to someone here.
You know that GettyImages has a respectable gallery of high-quality Size imagery, right? Everyone has to know this. Not nude, but really excellent work. In contrast, iStock’s selection is paltry and not nearly as well done. Shutterstock technically comes up with some correct material, some of it is interesting, but not probably what a Size-fetishist is searching for in the wee hours.
I’ve never heard of Vecteezy before, another stock image site. It carries some suggestive images, things that could probably be incorporated into something else.
PromptHero seems to be a community for AI work, and currently the results are dominated by a user who is fucking fixated on WWE wrestler Rhea Ripley. I mean, we all know how fixations work, I’m not here to judge.
I’m not even sure what Czepeku is. It seems like it’s an artistic group or company that makes custom maps for D&D, and they make tokens to represent monsters you might encounter in the game. It just so happens they produced five tokens in a “Giantess Baker” set. The poses are identical and slightly varied, like that NFT craze a few years back, so I think this is just a false positive without any lasting significance for me.
If there’s a lesson in all this, it may be that creators need to start creating more, building their own websites that they own (*ahem* Neocities), rather than bunching up all their stuff on a few social media sites, waiting to get suspended for poor reasons. Because right now the feed is just DeviantArt (105 hits), Reddit (22 hits), YouTube (199 hits), and a bunch of pirated porn sites. We’re getting drowned in noise with not enough signal. The internet used to be interesting, way back when I first logged on.
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Giantess Worship Update
Allow me to roughly set up a timeline. Around 12,000 BCE, people migrated to what would become Norway and Sweden, and their faith was animist. Objects had spirits that could be appealed to and appeased. Foreign influence on religion (say, Roman and Old Germanic) caused people to anthropomorphize those spirits, make them look human. The spirit of a mountain range began to look like a gigantic, powerful woman; the spirit of a river took on the shape of a huge, sinuous, emotionally deep woman. That’s one popular theory of how these things shifted, how the worship of giantesses emerged. Instead of appealing to the reigning spirit of a region, individual and vastly separate clans would worship their regional gigantic women for clement winters, good crops, protection in war, etc.
Later, they got rolled into Old Norse myths—Christian scholars brought the Latin alphabet (around 1000 CE), which was super handy, but also Christian beliefs like misogyny, which did widespread damage in unforeseen ways—turning into cautionary tales for disobedient wives and hammering the salvation of Christianity into people’s heads. Yes, a monstrous giantess could trick a hero into having sex with her, but if he could marry her and even convert her to the Church, then she could turn into a regular woman and live happily ever after.
This is personally offensive for so many reasons.
Yet even as they were culturally appropriated, they still retained many of their original properties. Giantesses were a group of women the gods themselves could not control: they represented elder power, the chaos of natural forces, and most terrifying for Christians, femininity. Giantesses were prized as partners: Óðinn and Þórr could not stop fucking them, not just because giantesses are objectively hot but because the children of giantesses are either heroes or gods. Óðinn famously bedded many giantesses to produce many brave warriors … only to order the Valkyries to have them slain in battle, so he could stock up his army in preparation for Ragnarök.
It’s fun to note that, in the spirit of giantess indomitability, the Valkyries would sometimes disobey the Old Furious God of the Dead and spare the hero (sending some inferior warrior to his rest in Valhalla instead) because she’d fallen in love with him.
Marrying a giantess meant dominion over the land she was patroness of, most famously in the case of the giantess Þorgerðr Hölgabruðr, the “Bride of Halogaland.” Hákon jarl’s claim to kinghood was that he was “married” to Þorgerðr, as were all his forefathers. In fact, some real-world rulers trace their lineage back to a giantess.
The Ynglingar of Sweden and Norway claimed descent from the giantess Gerðr, likely her union with that perpetually adolescent Vanir god Freyr.
The Hlaðir jarls were reportedly descended from the union of Skaði and Óðinn, after her failed marriage to Njörðr.
The Völsungar dynasty originated with the union of King Völsungr and the giantess Hljóð, daughter of Hrimnir. Some even claim that the king was Óðinn in disguise, reinforcing his status as the original God of Lying to Giantesses to Get Laid.
Even the English royal families of Kent, Essex, and East Anglia, according to the Anglo-Saxon Chronicles, viewed the Old Germanic god Woden as their progenitor. Woden became the Old Norse Óðinn, of course, whose mother was Bestla, a giantess, though the royal families tended to emphasize the god’s role for their gravitas.
So there you go, true-believers. I thought I was going to talk about what giantesses looked like and where they lived, and I got derailed and went somewhere else. Oh well, there’s always next time! You stay cool, all of you, and many hamburgers to you.
In Her Shadow,
Aborigen
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