For no valid reason, Twitter has identified my computer and location to suspend me from their service.
"I honestly thought that I was a weirdo for so long that it’s comforting to hear that others have had similar experiences."
Scott Carey is a pill. As a shrink-fetish fan, there are several times I wish he would've just shut the fuck up and availed himself of his wife.
I've written hundreds of short stories for 20 years, for free. Now I'd like to see who would care to step up and support me on Patreon.
Did I even still have a place in the giantess-fetish scene? Here was April, and I was supposed to write a story for the informal competition.
I'm not going to stop writing size fetish stories, but I need to shunt more effort toward my professional, editorial blog.
Aside from the physical impossibility of the basic context, many of these stories are divorced from reality in that they betray how very, very little I understood how people generally operated in society.
When I was seven years old and I had my first giantess dream, I knew two things: 1) I'd discovered a part of my identity, and 2) I must never share this with anyone.
"Oh, you don't know how it is out here, out of the fancy city with all those self-driving cars and nonsense. Are you really happy out there? Aren't you lonely?"
I'm terribly thrilled to have done my first intentional collaboration with an artist. I've toyed with this before, written captions, thrown paragraphs and vignettes at an image in homage, but this is new and different.