Nature Knows

She held him firmly in the grip of her soft hand and made her case. "Take the dung beetle, for example." "Are you sure you want to make your point by using an insect that eats shit as an example?" "It's not what it eats, silly. It's how it fucks." "Go on." "Some male dung... Continue Reading →

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The Spider Whisperer

A long time ago, when I started writing stories about giantesses and tiny men, there were a few of them that stayed with me. There’s Sophie the invisible giantess, or Steve the sniper, for example.  A more recent one is my little spider whisperer, a natural-born small man that thinks he can talk to Arthropoda... Continue Reading →

Dude, where's my bug?

I don't know how your tiny brain works, but if it's anything like my giant one, then certain visual input triggers certain mental images. Since I don't only think of shrunken men as sexual fodder, I also ask myself poignant questions: What do you do for a living? What do you eat? What fabric do... Continue Reading →

A tiny encounter

Lately I've had some free time, yet I've made the mistake of waiting until I'm "in the right frame of mind" to write. I forgot there is no such thing. I'm a writer, or I'm not. It isn't a matter of not knowing what to write, but of making excuses not to do so. I'll... Continue Reading →

Tonight

Life gives you little moments, that's for sure. Tonight I was having dinner, and I spotted a fly zooming around the room. I'm disgusted by the idea of any bug going anywhere near what's taken for nourishment, so I set off to kill the filthy bug. I could not find it, but afterwards I was... Continue Reading →

The Copacetic Cricket-Crush Connection

One night a few years ago I went down the front steps of my house, a trash bag in hand, my purpose to deposit it in the large bin where it's collected every Wednesday morning. I was wearing sandals and walking along the sidewalk, only a few feet away from the bin. I placed the... Continue Reading →

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