Projection, Asymmetry, and Reciprocity in Size Fantasy

Finger Perch (cropped) by Loca-Lyn

To continue my (our?) discussion of a Size Aesthetic, I want to talk about how authors imagine their readership and how readers encounter narratives. Specifically, how much do authors predetermine “the” perspective of a story and how much do readers accept, reject, or negotiate those determinations. I also want to discuss the asymmetric nature of dom/sub fantasies and how much consideration we give to authors/readers “on the other end of” such fantasies. Finally, I want to interrogate how the tropes and expectations of size fantasy culture play into (and against) these considerations.

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Size Riot October 2020 — The Last Shall Be The Best

“Ready?” by Galiagan

That’s right, the October 2020 iteration of the Size Riot quarterly size fantasy flash fiction contest will be the last.

It is impossible to overstate how much the size fantasy community (such that it is) owes Aborigen for challenging us these past four years to vary our interests and stretch our muscles, both as writers and as readers. I know that his efforts have not been thankless, but neither have they been griefless. You can’t pay anyone to do this kind of work, because it requires both a community-minded spirit as well as a pride in craftmanship.

Speaking for myself, this contest has been both an invaluable exercise in editing and plotting as well as a forced reminder of how much I enjoy creative writing. I have had to ask myself, over and over, why I want to write and who am I writing for. I have also had to examine my expectations for others’ writing and what kind of feedback they need. Size Riot has been my main source of inspiration for developing a size aesthetic.

The final contest theme is “My Blue Heaven,” asking each author for their ideal, perfect size fantasy (in 2k words or less). There won’t be any voting or ranking or winners, but feedback is solicited nonetheless. That was always the more important part.

Sign-ups run from now through 30 Sep.

The Voices on the Wind

A Taino ‘Zemi’ ancestral spirit stone carving – Caribbean, 1000-1500 AD

HistoricalJuly20 entry. Author Notes at bottom.

Henri had never seen such a large ship.  Three huge masts, plus the pointy thing at the front and the mast at the back for the flag, it dwarfed every other ship in the port of Saint-Pierre.

Of course, the number of times that Henri had been near the port could be counted on the fingers of a single hand.  He had spent almost the entirety of his nineteen years on a manioc plantation on the lower slopes of Mont Pelée, the domain of his seigneur, Guillaume Fauchon.

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Size Fantasy in the Toilet

This post started out as a response to an inquiry in the new Violent Shrunken Women forum* on the Shrunken Women Board, but I got sufficiently broad in my discussion of size fantasy and toilet stuff that I decided to write a more comprehensive post. Because I discuss scat, watersports, and fatal outcomes, it is going under the fold.

* There used to be a separate Violent Shrunken Women Board that has recently gone defunct, and the Shrunken Women Board has created a couple of subforums for size content that features cruelty, humiliation, and other unpleasant outcomes. I am not in a position to recount the history of why fans of more gruesome tiny woman scenarios felt they had to create their own site separate from (the predecessors of) the Shrunken Women Board, but it remains an active controversy. Jitensha, of course, has some opinions.

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HistoricalJuly20 — One Last Thing


I completed my final draft for July’s Size Riot quarterly size fantasy flash-fiction contest last night.  Came in at 2900+ words.  I figured I could whittle it down today and I did.  I like the longer version, though, and it will be duly posted here when the results are announced.

What I didn’t have was a title.  Still don’t.  I often start writing with a working title, but this is the first time I’ve gotten to the end without something suggesting itself.

I spent the afternoon discarding one idea after another, and then Aborigen extended the deadline until Monday evening.  Deadlines serve a purpose and I’d really rather not look at my story again right now.  I hope I can come up with a title this weekend without having to re-read it.