Flash and Moon

Those are their names. Really.
Those are their names. Really.

And I don’t think you have to ask who’s Flash and who’s Moon. This is their story, also kind of a song. You know the one. Mmm mmm mmm mmm.

Once there was this woman who

grew very tall one day and couldn’t fit inside her home anymore

And when she finally came to terms with her new size

she left her town to see the world

* * *

Once there was this man who

got into an accident and started to shrink small

And when he finally saw he wouldn’t get any tinier

he left his home to see the world

* * *

And both woman and man were glad

’cause no one had it better than they had

* * *

‘Cause then there was this woman who

met this little man who understood the way she felt

And when she fell in tall love

he fell in love with her too

They couldn’t quite explain it

it was as though they’ve always felt that way

There really wasn’t a “scene” that went with this collage when I created it. I saved this Sandra Bullock image three years ago when I was looking for good ones of her to modify to suit my gigantic thoughts. This one wasn’t the best, or the clearest, but at that time it made me smile to imagine myself in her place, irreverent and mischievous as I flash an entire city (I think I envisioned some nice undies for myself, though), in response to their passing legislation against the usual state of undress in giantesses.

Your Tiny People rules don’t apply to us, you see. Our nude is belong to us.

Anyway, I forgot all about it until 2007, when while sifting through my collages-for-my-blog material, I spotted it again. I still had no little story to go with it, but some things I had read online on a board… some giantess board, its name I can’t possibly remember… about some members protesting collages because male “junk” was visible.

There’s a part of me that understands, but there’s another part of me that thinks, “I don’t believe I’ve ever witnessed a female member protest the countless collages that involve female private parts, yet we do see some men protesting the visible male ones. What’s that about?” In the end, there are always going to be some people protesting something. Too much nudity, too little, not enough giantess action, too much intelligent dialogue, not beautiful enough, not girl-next-door enough, not enough points, too many threads, not enough- Ah, you get the point.

I’m more the type that keeps her trap shut and clicks on what she wants, or better yet, makes the sort of stuff she wants to click on while complaining about stuff on her blog.

Which brings me to this here collage. There’s that woman, you know her as the actress that she is, but for my collage she becomes an extension of me. She’s spirited, loving, possessive, thoughtful, often irreverent and definitely naughty. She prefers to expose her dirty thoughts to this one little guy that warms her heart, though. Not the whole town, or the world. Just that one Little Man that gets to look up and see all that she has to offer, the one that inspires her to grab that skirt hem and smile as she shows him the rest of his life.

Or the afternoon, at least. Little guys get tired so quickly. Tsk tsk.

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  1. I don’t know how these things go. I used to post pictures that turned me on, then became keenly aware of all the women that followed my account, and I didn’t want to offend them. My sole point of reference for this was my own reaction to people posting pictures of penises on their accounts, showing up on my timeline, and my own revulsion to that. But there’s no reason to assume that women are as turned off with female genitalia as I am by male genitalia; there’s also no reason to assume that they aren’t.

    So I genuinely have no idea how people react to these things unless they speak up and I take careful notes. Maybe women are neutral to the portrayal of female nudity; maybe they’re offended but acquiescent; maybe they’re resigned to it, like a lifetime of overcast skies and banking computer errors. There was once a time in life when I could have said “I probably won’t go wrong by simply being polite” but that is no longer true.

    I love this illustration, and I love those lyrics. I love the idea of a raucous size-couple named Flash and Moon, that is so fucking clever.

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    1. Well, the perceived general consensus is that female nudity is beautiful, and male nudity is disgusting. You remember there are entire sitcom episodes about that, and nothing could be further from the truth. Whoever claims that is probably of the gender that would be expected to claim that, or conditioned to believe it, or thinks their comedy routine/radio show/ will be more popular if they state such a lie. I grew up bombarded by the message that porn for men was everywhere, and there was no such thing as porn for women because we were too pure for that. Whatever.

      Sure, whatever, but when I found the size community, once again I saw that. Tons of collages that were nothing more than porn shots with a nearly invisible man badly pasted somewhere. Nothing there for me. I was mostly revolted by how terrible some of those collages were. Things are different now, but every once in a while I still see a “great pic, but can you remove the male genitalia from it?”

      I belong to the “you don’t have to show anything to make an image hot” school of thought. If I ever dedicate any time to learning to create images with my Daz or Poser, I’ll probably show little, or a lot, depending on my mood, but it will certainly be stuff I like.

      Thank you, I’m glad you like it.

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