I just noticed a bag of candy marketed as “Sharing Size.” That immediately put my hackles up, because in a SW context I ain’t sharing.
Then I thought about the size-transfer trope and how a couple might transfer size to each other. Ten-foot-tall guy attracting stares as he walks down the street, a faint voice chirping from his pocket: “Please excuse us, I shared my size with him and he won’t give it back!”
I wrote a guest post on Aborigen’s blog about what it’s like to have a sexual fantasy that features violence and death. As always, I wrote to start—not conclude—a discussion, so let me know what you think.
Since it’s only a 3.5-hour drive, I really have no excuse not to be there.
I’m currently on the floor in a fetal position, but if any tinies want curl up next to my chest or belly, I’d appreciate the company.
