Aborigen

Whoof, I just wrapped up a huge undertaking that I wasn’t expecting to take up all this time. I mean, what was I thinking? It could only go this way.

I’ve always had the instinct to chronicle everything going on in an era, in my social circles. I used to keep all the stories of my in-person social group. I built a critically acclaimed Goth/Industrial website for my city. Everyone wanted one, no one wanted to do it, so I put my meager HTML skills to the test and fleshed it out with diligent research. There was much rejoicing, until some new guy with an adversarial approach to life accused me of running the site to increase my popularity. To prove him wrong, I took it down immediately, without warning. Surprisingly, this only led to more goth drama.

Anyway. I’d wrapped up my AA degree at a community college—diligent readers have heard this story a hundred times—and right before I left, the library I worked at gained internet-ready computers. I studied how to perform a “keyword search,” waited until everyone left for the day, searched for “giantess,” and found an already-established community of artists and writers uploading everything they could. Inspired by Grildrig, DX Machina, Chelgi, and Fecke, I started writing my own Size Erotica material, and then I started building my own websites to collect these.

There were GTS forums where people shared their work, but apparently I’ve always been aggrieved and built a website in response to lack of attention on these sites. Maybe I’ll learn something about myself someday.

I built the site Tall Girls Rock! on Fortunecity, then reconstructed it on Geocities. And this weekend I’ve re-created it on Neocities (since I discovered I can host multiple subdomains there), so have a look.

The site appears almost like it did back in the day. Obviously I had to get rid of the outmoded message board and guest book links. I’ve added a couple more stories to my Stories collection, just to round them out. On the Links page I’ve removed a few links to places that are questionable or unacceptable today.

But otherwise, the bulk of the work has been in exploring every last fucking link in the Internet Archive (please donate to support their work, as they’re under attack by Big Publishing and the music industry), testing them all, finding the best iteration of each website—some links in the Archive are dead, go to a dead page, or have recorded a point after the domain lapsed and the site became something else. Sometimes my obsessive-compulsive tendency is a real obstacle to living my life, but it’s just … really, really important to me that this stuff is preserved.

Will the kids be into it? What interest does the internet of 1996–2004 hold for an online culture where memes are outdated in 72 hours and slang becomes increasingly, intentionally incomprehensible (and exclusive) each week? Maybe a janky AVI built with Poser3 won’t entice GenZ, unless they’re mining for stuff to mock.

A couple SizeCons ago, I was placed at the head of a social hour called “Silver Size,” the label for we hoary oldsters with one foot in the grave (I’m 54) who are into giant women. During these socials I spoke with a guy who, pre-internet, literally drove from state to state with a car full of hard drives to exchange giantess porn with other creators. I finally met Capp, creator of seminal giantess/femdom artwork. Silver Size will recognize the names in the Tall Girls Rock! archive, and they’ll recall many other places not listed. Silver Size will appreciate this place.

Feedback on Bluesky has been positive—it’s been wonderful, actually. A few people remember the original site, when they were younger and searching online for anyone else interested in their kink. One user realized he was three years old when some of my stories were published; I’ve had a couple fans, people of legal drinking age now, who said they weren’t even born when I was uploading my work. The math checks out, but that’s a shocking realization.

And the websites in the archive frequently have their own Links pages, and many of these are preserved in the Internet Archive as well, so anyone could comb through them and find many more long-forgotten gems, stories and artwork that inspired us all. What I fear is that, sometime next year, I’ll do this myself and begin bulking up my own archive list … endlessly, endlessly into the future …