I love buildings. I’m fond of architectural structures in general as I believe most people have been since the dawn of time, as the clear efforts to make the solid shapes that surround us show. It’s in my blood too, as some of my early reading material included my dad’s then nearly undecipherable issues of Architectural Digest, and I sometimes had the delight of seeing him at work, where he was constantly surrounded by blueprints and maquettes, or walking around construction sites, issuing instructions and orders.
Decades later I’m searching the Internet as I try to understand my thoughts regarding giantesses and shrunken men, when I stumble upon the first images of a giantess doing intimate things to a building. I can best sum up my initial feelings regarding such collages with the following image.
But I understood then as I do now if only slightly better, that as easily gathered as we all are by our common enjoyment of size differences, the visions we enjoy—even when they are about the same exact thing—can be experienced at opposite corners of our minds.
A perfect example of those opposing corners is the building thing. Some people like to view those collages, and I prefer the idea of walking by buildings, or over them, or using them as sitting furniture. Screwing them? I’ll pass.
I didn’t make my feelings known at any board aside from some vague references and smilies and veiled comments and badly hidden remarks, but now that I have my own blog I can publish a daily manifesto of my abhorrence for the building thing and there ain’t a bloody thing anyone can do about it.
An entire life of looking at my surroundings to find man-made shapes to admire, of taking the time during holiday vacations to visit houses, buildings, churches that were magnificently shaped, of going out for rides with my family just to “look at the pretty houses”, of equating the advancement of a society with its conquering the land both horizontally and vertically… I simply can’t, or won’t put that together with the enjoyment of gentle, sweet, romantic visions of being a giantess.
The building thing just doesn’t jive. I guess having parts of my anatomy that can relate to how that would feel makes my girls shrink at the very idea, and to celebrate that horror, last year I created the silly gif file above.