What to do when you feel (size) anxious

Yesterday I saw an image on Twitter, and the moment I saw it, I knew it would be perfect to edit as one of my Small Changes. This is in no way intended to make light of anxiety, which plagues many of us in varying degrees, and for many reasons. One of those reasons is... Continue Reading →

Another Small Change – My Toy

Before I delve into this, I'd like to say that if anyone knows the source of the original image, please let me know. I've searched for the creative source without success, and I'll continue to do so until I can credit it. I'm not a monster. Well, not about that. The original image that inspired... Continue Reading →

Inktober 2019 – 2

I graduated from collaging tiny people with "giant" pets to drawing them together, something I wanted to do for years. When I saw "husky" was a prompt, I wasted not the chance to draw a tiny man and a canine companion. There's a story in my head about a woman that loves her dog and... Continue Reading →

Rule No. 548 – No Clothes

I like writing down these things in a google doc now. They are not wholly exposed that way, as they would be if I simply start typing up stuff in here. The abover drawing happened on its own, a few minutes after I decided I was going to draw a giantess and a normal-sized man.... Continue Reading →

Ownership – Punishment

If you are the same as many others that have these fantasies, then you probably don’t want your size-related thoughts to come true. Maybe you think they are too terrible, never mind embarrassing. As you age, you continue to keep your hard drive contents hidden from everyone but those closest to you, and sometimes those... Continue Reading →

Empty Pile of Clothes – 6

Here's my latest effort for this ongoing series. I have an indefinite amount of these I can pour out, but I'm beginning to think about stopping after I write twenty. There is over half a dozen of these in the pipeline, so people would have to stop sending me these. That's another way to put... Continue Reading →

The Right Gift

I was having some ice cream earlier, and thinking how astoundingly lovely it would be to share it with someone that doesn't exist. I'd fish out some of the crunchy bits and give him something small enough for him to hold by himself, and I'd let him lick my fingertip after dipping it into the... Continue Reading →

For Sale

Alone, you stand in that glass cage a price on your head and on the rest of your body your gaze lost to the rest of the world turned inward to some safe place because outside you’re for sale clearance-priced flesh a segregate, a cast-off unsuccessful, returned for a refund, unwanted But here I stand... Continue Reading →

Belittled

I first thought of creating a series of full-sized images a few weeks ago, when at Pixton, while looking at some comic creations and thinking of what to do next. This is a work of love. These images come from visions of how life would be if I shared my life with a two-inch tall... Continue Reading →

Shrink

“I like going to that ramen place on Tate.” “We can go there tomorrow.” “I wanted to go to Comic con on Friday. It’s a two-hour drive, and I wanted to get there early.” “We’ll see what I have planned for the weekend. I’d like to go to the Air Show instead.” “I had already... Continue Reading →

Looking

I have looked for you forever I can prove it All my baby pictures show me looking down I was looking for you I have listened for you every day Waiting to hear your voice Rising from the ground, lighter than air I am standing on the line Between sanity and a dragnet of thoughts... Continue Reading →

Need

He sat on her chin, making a distinct effort not to laugh every time she tried to peer at him over the summit of her nose. Her eyes crossed before she closed one, then the other, trying to look around each of her nostrils to catch a blurry glimpse of his tiny shape. Why she... Continue Reading →

If you don’t love me now

"You will never love me." "I won't." "I am lovable." "You are, but that's not the way it works." "I'll make you love me." "You made me small, but you can't make me love you." "This is not turning out the way I thought it would." "What ever does?" "My cakes. My bread. My tomatoes.... Continue Reading →

No.

The small man sat in a kneaded eraser the shape of a bean chair, and watched his owner draw. The faint smell of turpentine lingered in the air, carrying on its back the scent of paper, pencils, and the rest of her art supplies that crowded surrounding shelves, and a large percentage of the table... Continue Reading →

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