Guardian of the Egg
The Giantess (The Guardian of the Egg) (c. 1947), Leonora Carrington.

I used to write and blog very heavily on Blogger. I was a huge fan of Google products, prior to their security breach and their prudish rebuke of adult content (which they later recanted in the most petulant words like a bunch of big stinky babies). I loved Google Buzz and used it optimally while traveling overseas, and then they killed that program.

But what WordPress does that Blogger didn’t is offer you a kind of RSS reader. I’ve been using Netvibes very happily, after Google killed their successful and popular RSS reader (notice a trend?), but it’s convenient, for me, to tool up a list of giantess-related blogs and add them to my WP Reader. That’s the first thing I see when I log in each day, it’s nice.

Curiosity dictates my activities sometimes, and I had to cast about for any other giantess-related material in the world of WP. I found a few interesting hits I’ll share now, a glimpse of how other people are treating the giantess concept, because we all have our own spin on it.


Emelnie’s Journey” (Just Practice. AJ’s Work.)

Emelnie, a thirty feet giantess, began to grow tired of her now often defeats. She decided it was finally time for her to leave and set out to find the challenge she wanted most in her life, the titan of legend, Cronos.

This blog is someone’s training-ground for creative writing, a catch-all for thoughts and exercises. It might not even be intended for other people to find. The writing is beginner-level, switching between past, present, and subjunctive tenses, and sometimes getting lost in pronouns, but this is not important.

The important thing is that the writer is impassioned to write and has the dedication and drive to crank out a sizable short story, in a series of short stories. The important thing is that, whomever AJ is, they’re writing. They’re cribbing from anime and world mythology, and they’re creating something new.

The main character is a 30′-tall giantess. She scatters a group of bandits who come up to her calves. She goes up against a god much larger and more powerful than herself, in the same drive of conquest that impelled the Vikings to ravage the farmsteads of Scandinavia. Her hubris catches up with her, but that’s not the end of the story.


Worshipping Giantesses (and Possible Castration)” (Earth and Starry Heaven)

That and other evidence, such as place-names, suggest that Skadi did have a cult, and we do know from the Prose Edda that she and some other giantesses were counted among the goddesses.

This is a very thoughtful historical analysis of Scand myth and ancient written work, examining the identities of various giantesses, the cults that worshipped them discrete from the orthodox pantheon, and a particular focus on the mystical role of cutting someone’s dick off as pertains to all of this.

Yes, stop right there and think about that. Think about the staff of power that men possess, and then think about what it means to lop it off and offer it in tribute to the glory of a gigantic woman. Play armchair psychologist for a moment and play with all the ideas and theories that spawn from this gesture. Give little credence to them, but permit yourself the momentary liberty to just go nuts (no pun intended).

The author, Solsdottir, extensively cross-references much work and analysis by others to present a suggestion, some ideas for consideration. There’s some wonderful historical work here, enhanced comprehension of ancient Norse giantesses both named and lurking in the background. Worship wasn’t reserved strictly for Odin and Frigg: giantesses had considerable power and could be petitioned with sacrifice for supernatural favors.


Two Giantesses: Moll and Melangell” (Dun Brython)

They say that Britain was once inhabited by giants . They were supposed to have gone away somewhere before people settled here. But I think they are still here. … I think that these stories hide the fact that not all giants are big and nasty. And not all of them are male. Some are not big at all or can’t be seen. But they are there keeping to themselves.

Sold. I’m in, I’m totally on board.

Writer Lorna Smithers (aka Gwenno) embarks upon a detail of two particular giants from ancient Britain. Anyone who is drawn to colorful legend, piqued by the nagging possibility of reality-shifting, universe-hopping, or the Mandela Effect will find this article a satisfying little dish. It’s less a scholarly review and more sitting around a cozy fire with drinks, listening to an older, wiser person count off “here’s what we know, here’s what I’ve heard, and here’s what one might suppose from these.” Oh, my soul aches for such an evening.

Atop this, beyond this, there’s a little more insight into what it must be like to be a giantess in this world. A shy giantess whose tribute was marred by the Judeo-Christian sword of conquest; a giantess who operates as a steward of nature; a church that retains two artifacts of giants. How could these color our own stories, the role of giantesses in the earth and the impact of humans upon them?


The Soda Don’t Be Hard on Yourself Obsession” (Extra-terrestrials in Science Fiction)

“I’m not the only obsessing!” the mini-giant shouted. “You’re obsessing about very negative stuff and I’m obsessing about positive stuff! See the difference?! I have no friends! I’m surprised you do!”

“I haven’t any friends either,” the giantess sobbed. “No one wants to be with me.”

We may call this speculative fiction as much as we could see it as a cathartic exercise. This is the product of another writer who is brimming with ideas and vision and is compelled by the urge to spill these upon “the printed page,” as it were. Like with “Emelnie’s Journey,” the author of the blog has spared little to no effort in blog layout and design, leaving “Site Title” and other artifacts where they stand. Instead, all effort goes to cranking out wild, rambling, explosive stories one after the other, sometimes several in the same day.

This story deals with four giants and giantesses of various sizes. It could be seen as a mundane tale of argumentative friends who go out to a restaurant. But there are other interesting things to pay attention to, like the heavy use of the “This is when…” introductory phrase, or the very distinct personalities of each character and how they relate to each other. There is so much being communicated in this, revealing as much about the writer as about the players in this little drama. Is it a coded rendition of actual events? Intrigue! Personally, I’m attracted to this kind of unfettered creativity (my own pet phrase), and I envy the overwhelming compulsion to create. I wish I had some of that.


The last two blog posts here are more artistic in nature. In Lakünstlerin, an artist is inspired by another artist’s work to render a frost giantess. This is an attractive work, a beautiful woman and a powerful, striking abstract presence. The rest of the blog shows the progress of skilled sketches… and once in a while faeries and other tiny beings appear. The artist also follows many other GTS and size-fetish writers, as well!

Sophie Ellis (She’s No Good) takes a break to couple Baudelaire’s famous (to us) poem “La Géante,” in French and translated, with Egon Schiele’s “Totes Mädchen.” Somehow apt, especially after reading Gwenno’s piece.

One thought on “Who Are the Giantesses in Your Neighborhood?

  1. I have ignored my RSS reader for most of my blogging life. Only now do I have an amount of blogs I follow, that occasionally pop up there, with new content. That would change if I follow more blogs. Before I do that, I’m going to have to pull up my sleeves, and see if I can find any worthwhile content regarding shrunken men, and the giantesses that love them. There are hints here and there, but nothing I have ascertained beyond what I already know.

    My favorite has to be AJ’s. I hope s / he keeps writing, and falling in love with writing stories about giantesses. For all that I’ve read about vikings, this is the first time I’ve ever read of there being a cult of giantess, or several of them. The idea of sacrifice for supernatural favors makes me uncomfortable, the same way I was always uncomfortable during my childhood with any religious rituals that “guaranteed” a payoff. The fact that I see myself as a giantess does not cross beams with the notion of real people making offerings, sacrificing body parts and lives, in order to curry favor from a being that did not exist. I’ll have to be in a different plane of thinking in order to stop myself from slapping my forehead at such acts.

    Secret giantesses keeping to themselves: that’s more my cup of tea. I can get behind such an idea. I’ve my own mythology, in my head, and about shrunken people, there, but unseen. Here, in my home, whispering hints and helping things along, and maybe stealing what they need as they shift from plane to plane. I used to love to fabricate history. I should get back to that, someday.

    You envy the overwhelming compulsion to create? I thought you did have some of that. Maybe not everyday, but I bet you those people don’t, either. Thank you for this entry. I found it entertaining, and worth of further exploration in the future.

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