Erin stared at me with her slate-blue eyes as I sat on her coffee table, three-inches-tall and perched on a stack of fashion magazines. It was my first time in her apartment, and I was on alert for any danger. She slid her hand menacingly along her thigh, but I made no effort to respond because she hadn’t been talking to me. She was talking to Natasha, her best friend and the woman who shrank me two years ago. My keeper.
The SizeCon folks are organizing another Micro (online) convention for the weekend of Feb. 26-28, 2021. If you’re interested in volunteering or running a panel, here’s a form to fill out. Follow them on Twitter for the latest developments.
I’m having a red-wine-and-shitposting evening. It’s nights like these that I miss Tumblr. Oh, to have just one of my tiny fangirls at my tongue’s disposal.
So I finally submitted my feedback to all the stories featured in MyHeavenOct20, the final iteration of the Size Riot quarterly size fantasy flash fiction contest. Work and the election conspired to make my November extremely stressful, and I’m still under significant pressure so I definitely need the deadline extension. Nevertheless, I feel a great debt of gratitude to Aborigen and all the authors and readers who have made Size Riot such a profitable experience both as an writer and as a size perv. Providing my critical appreciation of all the other stories was an obligation I was happy to undertake.
Given the self-indulgent theme, I shouldn’t have been surprised to see so authors discard any concern for detailed exposition. Lots of snappy dialogue, lines that we probably have been reciting to ourselves for years. Intriguingly, it seemed to me that there was less focus on physical sexuality than on personalities, attitudes, and relationships. I think that actually made the smut hotter.
There are no categories or voting for this final round, but the category I always most wanted to win was “Would you suggest this story to someone outside the size fetish?” As I have argued before, I think the best smut relies least on assumptions that the reader shares one’s fetish. Accordingly, it has been my aspiration to express my size fantasies as accessibly as possible. That’s always the feedback I’m most interested in, if you have a mind to share your opinions.
Over the years I’ve become familiar with both the specific kinks as well as the writing styles of a handful of authors, and it was a wistful pleasure to recognize them in their stories this round as they let it all hang out. Others I didn’t recognize, but their stories were passionate and well-written enough that they spoke to me nonetheless. I most enjoyed those that clearly appreciated why their fantasies meant so much and expressed them with craft and joy.
It’s been said many times, but once more with feeling: THANK YOU, ABORIGEN. We are all better writers and readers because of Size Riot.
Benjithedreamer talks to Aborigen again, this time about the possibility of a large collaboration between size writers all working from the same narrative prompt but each offering different perspectives.
The stories submitted for the MyHeavenOct20, the final iteration of the Size Riot flash fiction size fantasy contest, are now available for viewing. One of them is by me! You have until November 21 to read them all and give feedback. No voting or ranking this time, but please tell the authors what you thought of their work.
I love witches. Good witches, bad witches, hedge witches, castle witches. They know more than you could ever hope to, and they’ve already paid the price. The sooner you respect their wisdom and power, the better.
Today is the last day to sign up for the final iteration of the Size Riot quarterly size fantasy flash fiction contest. This quarter’s 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.
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.
El Amante Menguante 