@foreverlurk said:
if the giant is a handsome, strong and tall 20-something, it makes it harder for my early midlife self to insert.
It’s getting harder and harder for me to write college-age characters the farther I get from those years. It’s not just that I don’t know the current slang, I don’t even know how they hook up any more.
@foreverlurk I’m not a 3D render artist, so I don’t know what models are available, but I’d like to see more normal-looking people in Size renders. Plain faces, higher BMI, and older folks. Enough with the boobs that look like helium dirigibles. Bring back gravity.
@littlest-lily I mean, the term “the male gaze” originated in film studies and I’ve seen it much more in reference to visual arts. That’s part of why I asked: its application to text seemed less obvious to me.
I’ve complained about this before; search on Subject for “Sex Objects.” Unlike textual depictions, visual representations have to be specific about the objects of their gaze(s). For better or worse, the bottom line remains: if we want more gratifying representations of giant men in M/f art, more tiny straight women need to make it.
@foreverlurk Great idea! A French tiny wouldn’t be able to understand a thing in Quebec.
@protect-tinies I barely know when I’m going to sneeze. How the hell am I supposed to predict when she’s going to sneeze?
@SmolChlo I had never heard that before, but it gets lots of google hits so it must be a thing.
I’ve never been able to hold a sneeze and I’m not sure I want to. Post-sneeze clarity is too good.
@tiny-ivy said in Yard Sale Shrink:
What the Christians are really missing out on is Beltaine. Maypoles are fun, and that holiday is all about the screwing.
For me the chief attraction of unaware stories is seeing the internal thoughts and feelings of a tiny woman when she’s not trying to placate or otherwise perform for a Biggo. What she really wants, fears, and desires, as opposed to what she thinks he wants to hear.
@foreverlurk said:
I’m a Miami Dolphins fan for life (I like pain
).
When I was six years old, I told my parents I was going to be married at the Orange Bowl and my best man would be Larry Csonka. 
