The place usually deletes my ads within a very short period of time, but in the meantime I like to imagine a world where any person can go online and make a connection with someone that wants what they have to offer. They don't get to it right away, but maybe they catch a movie... Continue Reading →
Did you ever have the feeling there's a TINY in your HEINIE? ...or a FELLOW tucked in your ELBOW? ...or a GUY asleep on your THIGH? Sometimes I feel quite certain there's a SQUIRT up my SKIRT. Sometimes I have the feeling there's a DUDE hiding in my FOOD. [This is not as easy as... Continue Reading →
Even though it's no longer Tuesday. Do you care? Nor do I. As it's always with these things, I saw something on Twitter last night that made my editing bone super itchy. It was posted by our friendly neighborhood Taedis, who does that a lot. He often tweets size content so terribly misguided I can't help... Continue Reading →
Dig if you will the picture Of you and I engaged in a kiss Your lips and your body cover me Can you, my darling Can you picture this? Dream, in your hand, a glass jar In it, my body bruised blue I see your face, curious, closest I feel the heat The heat between... Continue Reading →
I was checking my Twitter TL today when—the same as last time—I spotted a tweet by talented author Taedis. Naturally, I had to snag the image and make it better. Unlike my previous edit, this one quite reflects my thoughts with utter exactitude. In other news, never ask me to write anything as a commission. It takes... Continue Reading →
It's the weekend, I'm doing laundry and contemplating writing, and I hadn't done one of these in a while. For many years I've thought of every possible ingredient I could use to develop a working shrinking formula. It's all nonsense, of course... but I enjoy letting my mind sink its teeth into the notion. How... Continue Reading →
I was checking my Twitter TL today when I spotted this tweet, by talented author Taedis. Naturally, I had to snag the image and make it better. It doesn't quite reflect my thoughts; it simply tells a Size story in a way the original cannot. In other news, my blog is moving up in the... Continue Reading →
Because it does happen. It might have happened to me, if I'd awakened to life in a world where shrunken men existed, and the one I kept angered me one day. Maybe I'd shake him once too hard, or kick him in the gut with my big toe, and off he'd go, flying across the... Continue Reading →
I'm exhausted. Off to bed I go. (Later...) It's six thirty-seven in the morning, and I'm exhausted, and I can't sleep. I'm also a little drunk, trying to see if that will help me sleep, but all I keep seeing is images in my head. I might as well do something about that. Wouldn't you,... Continue Reading →
Well, what the hell was I supposed to do? Sometimes my friend Aborigen writes blog entries that tear at my tender feelings because something nefarious happens to a little person. The latest such event compelled me to imagine this solution to the Aaron problem. It doesn't mean he survives what's coming to him now that... Continue Reading →
I hope this one doesn't warrant being flagged for removal. I like it. Here's the actual link for it.
Here's the original post. Or was, before I received an email about it being flagged for removal. I thought the title would give me that kind of trouble, but that's how I saw it in my head. I rarely do this Craigslist thing with an idea in mind before I ever get to the website,... Continue Reading →
I was listening to "Broken" by Depeche Mode for the millionth time, when it came to me that I should change the lyrics to suit my giant thoughts about shrinking that very special little man in my world, Hopier... so here they are. Shrunken I want all the control And almost no pain How much... Continue Reading →
In a world where giantesses exist, a man watched her walk by every night. Why does she take long nightly walks by his house? Or at all? Maybe she's like me. Maybe she can't sleep.
I'm trying something different, likely just this one time. My Spanish has worsened throughout the years, so I wanted to see if I could approximate something coherent in a language I no longer speak without an accent. I remember when I used to dream in Spanish. That stopped a couple of years after moving to the... Continue Reading →