Gentle Giant Blog Thing :3

Found Arietty at the local library :D

Hi - if you are a tiny woman artist that can't make it to Sizecon or want a plug and would like to showcase any of your work, I'll be hosting a tiny woman booth area there with a binder that has artwork in it! I'll be putting artwork from various artists in the binder and giving credit like a little museum notebook. Feel free to send a DM if you're interested :)

I've been reflecting and exploring my interest in tiny women, and I think the biggest reason they appeal to me is because I feel like I have company with me. It makes me feel like I'm not alone, and someone's there to be supportive any time I'm feeling sad or alone. I was walking around today and feeling really alone and like there was a human-shaped hole in my chest where my heart is.

When I imagine someone is small, I imagine them almost constantly talking. Like at first, they shrink, they are speechless, scared, all that, then they learn over time that they need to communicate with me in order to have their needs met. They constantly need help with things or they need to express some kind of emotions, and they're constantly feeling emotions because they're always small. And then also, because they're small, their voice is softer so they have to talk louder and learn to make themselves known, basically it's a constant struggle of having to constantly talk but only have some of it listened to, like I get to choose what I hear and what I want to tune out as just squeaky sounds.

I like imagining from the tiny's perspective how me being gentle to them would be like.

Like say you're really really small. I might know that you get scared, so I try to do things to make things easier for you. Using a gentler, softer voice around you, trying to loom less and be more at eye level, being very gentle with my fingers and making sure you're not hurt by anything I do, trying to ensure that you're okay with how I handle you in my hands.

And then this creates its own loops. Maybe you're annoyed at me because I'm being so gentle and babying you and you just want me to treat you as if you were normal sized. But then I say something at my normal voice, and it's booming and scary. Or maybe I get excited and make a hand gesture during conversation and it's so sudden and huge to you. Maybe I stand up and walk away and suddenly you realize how huge I look and how I loom over you as I'm coming back. There's near-constant reminders of how tiny and shrunk you are in comparison to me and everything around you.

Imagine a scenario where you're in a relationship with a Giant. You start off every day at normal size, and you get to choose what time of day you start to shrink. In my case, this means wearing a pair of shoes that will shrink you :) Or maybe you wear them throughout the day to store up shrinking energy. Regardless, every day you get to choose if you want to shrink or not that day.

If you decide you'd like to shrink, you put on the shoes. You begin to build up shrinking energy. You have given up all control of your size, as long as you're around Him. When you come home to him or he comes home to you, that's when you'll start to shrink. You "think" you might shrink just a little bit, to maybe 5 feet, 4 feet, or even 3 feet tall, and it's like that at first. But as both you and your partner's feelings grow, as the Giant finds you cuter and smaller, and as you feel smaller and cuter, you can't control the shrinking. You might try to take the shoes off to resist, and find they are fastened to you. You can't stop shrinking. You're getting smaller and smaller, and know you're destined to stop at doll size, where his hands will be all around you.

But you have been in a relationship with him for awhile. You know, ultimately, you are safe. Maybe he's had a bad day and his finger rubs are more angerly done, or maybe he gets upset at you and puts you somewhere in timeout. But at the end of the day you know you'll cuddle with him into his chest, and that his hands will keep you safe and protected, and you'll be tiny and His. A Gentle Giant.

And the next day, you wake up normal size, and the question comes back around again.

It's something special to be able to shrink them, hold them, hug them, and make the world disappear for awhile, and to receive their love and affection and appreciation for what I do.

To be gentle and romantic is the biggest priority.

Some people fantasize about it and think what that would be like. How would it pan out? Would someone be around to help? How would daily chores get done? Would they ever be found?

And the initial moment of contact with a normal sized person. Is this really happening? Heart is pounding. Emotions are overwhelming. Someone's hand…literally is overwhelming the entire self. The fear of what's to come…

Some people fantasize about this often. You could say, they fanta-SIZE. For some reason, the situation pulls them in, grips them, and make-believe that it's really happening. Close your eyes, and you may see…

The feeling. The rush from shrinking down to such a small size. Like gravity, the thought keeps coming into reality. What's going on? Why does everything look so huge? Is this actually happening to me? And the presence of someone looming overhead…

What happens next is not up to you. It is up to the one who has found you. Will they pick you up and give you comfort? Will they force their way into a kiss? What's going to happen? There's a certain thrill, of not knowing, of understanding that life has changed forever.

The power, the control, it's gone, no matter what you do. And yet, there's a comfort to that. Being small literally feels small. There's nothing to worry about except for the moment. Thoughts of what used to be worries now become silly. You can't do that at your new size anymore, so what's the bother? You have a hand holding you right now, and its fingers are overpowering anything you can do. So it's time to succumb to that feeling, to learn that this is it, this is your destiny now.