Aborigen

Listen to me.

There is nothing wrong with you.
Your love of giant women—your ache to be held, crushed, adored, seen by something enormous and feminine and impossible—is not perverse.
It’s natural. It’s normal. It’s human.

You want to be overwhelmed.
You want to surrender—your responsibilities, your masks, your fear.
You want to forget how small and unwanted the world can make you feel.
You want something bigger than you to find you in the crowd, point, smile, choose you—and drown you in touch, in scent, in warmth, in love.

You want to be wanted.
Utterly.
Unconditionally.
Unreasonably.

These aren’t strange desires.
These are the same longings beating in every chest on Earth:
To be consumed by pleasure.
To be desirable without pretending.
To surrender without being discarded.

So what if your desire wears the face of a hundred-foot woman?

You are not broken.
You are not disgusting.
You are not alone.

I’ve spent decades writing these stories. I’ve created thousands of worlds, and in all of them, the same truth echoes:
You are not weird for wanting this.

The people who made you feel ashamed?
They’re scared. Scared of their own desire. Scared of yours.
They’re jealous—jealous that you can name what they only dare to hint at.
Jealous that your longing is mythic, and theirs is trapped behind filters and euphemism.

Don’t carry their shame anymore.

Carry your joy.
Embrace your vision.
Write it. Draw it. Animate it. Speak it.

There are more of us than you think.
And we’re waiting.