Venus Needs Men

Last month, Blog Buddy Matty Boy at Lotsa Splainin' contacted me and Blog Buddy Undersquid with an idea for one of his regular Giant Women posts. He wanted to feature collages inspired by several verses in four of Elvis Costello's songs which allude to either giantesses or shrunken men. The verse I eventually worked with was from his song My Science Fiction Twin.

He's trapped in his own parallel dimension,
That's why I'm so forgiving,
But how can I possibly forget to mention those fifty foot women
Who put the fascination back into my science fiction twin?

You can see the final results of all four collages and verses at this post here. Featured are two collages by Undersquid, another by TheShrinkee, and one by yours truly, which is also posted below.

I'd never made a fifty-foot-woman style image before, nor any other size difference other than what fit within the confines of My Own Parallel Dimension. However, I was also loath to depart from the rest of my collages and do a one-off piece that I couldn't really post here as this blog is, really, only about my world. This led me to come up with the concept of a poster for a science-fiction movie or TV series from my world which features your classic 1950s-style giantesses, but updated for modern times. This is what I ended up with.

Here's to the New Year

The women in my world raise their glasses in wishing you the best in the coming year.

The men in my world don't really get to hold glasses of champagne or wine, since a glass of the stuff is about equivalent to a small soup tureen in volume. Sometimes the women let us have a sip, but even when they don't, most of us still have a pretty good time.

Joy to the World

I'd originally wanted to post this two days ago, but real life, of course, intervened, albeit in a good way.  Wishing all of you a slightly-belated but still wonderful holiday season.

All She Wants For Christmas.....

Yay me!

Sometime during the last 24 hours, this humble blog received its 50,000th visit since its inception back in January this year. Not absolute unique visitors though, that is hovering somewhere around 27,000 or so. I don't know which metric is more important. Dammit Jim, I'm a web designer not an SEO specialist.

Still, I'm pretty happy though. Yay me! And yay you! All you 27,000 or so dirty-minded giantess/shrunken men fans.

The Sexual Politics of Advertising

In my world, the marketing of women's clothing tends to emphasize assertiveness and aggressiveness, dominance and power. On the other hand, men's apparel is usually sold with imagery suggesting submissiveness and temptation, implying that the worth of a man is in the eyes of women. This is most readily apparent in underwear advertising for men, who are almost exclusively portrayed as sexual objects, dressing themselves for the gratification and approval of women. Usually in fashion advertising on my world, both women and men are pictured together in positions symbolizing domination and submission, instead of merely presenting just women or men posing in their respective clothes. Some say that advertising agencies know what works, that on a subliminal level, appealing to the natural tendencies of the respective genders; others say that advertising itself, and mass media at large, are responsible for perpetuating antiquated and chauvinistic stereotypes that represent the forced subjugation of men.

In my world, the latter group are a very small and often-ridiculed minority in popular discourse.

Dusk

In my world, there are just as many fans of neo-gothic vampire fiction just as in yours, possibly even more. This is an example of such a book.

Most vampire books in my world are written from the point of view of the male protagonist. He's usually young, good-looking (no duh!) and has some quality that sets him apart from the rest of the pack, like maybe he's an empath, or likes reading old books about ancient herbal remedies, or maybe he just has oddly colored hair. Fast forward to Chapter 3 and he makes eye contact with some frighteningly beautiful woman who turns out to be an all-powerful vampire who bites him and turns him into one of her immortal lovers and he has to end up proving himself in some task such as seducing a rival vampire in their underworld political struggle and in doing so, risks his undead life, and she realizes that he means more to her than just some pawn in her dark machinations. Well at least that's how this one goes, summarized in a run-on sentence. Boys in my world lap this sort of thing up though.

I'm not really a fan of vampire fiction in your world, but I do recommend this one set of stories by an author known as trilby else. There are no giantesses or shrunken men in these stories, but rather, they involve mind-controlling lesbian vampires. The first one is called Giveaway, the sequel is Freerange and there's a third sequel of sorts called Quarry although the last is kind of short and not really as good. The first two though, to me at least, are perfect reading if you like your Halloweens mind-numbingly hot instead of cold and creepy.

Fallen Angel

European Vacation

Hey! We're in Capri. Got here three nights ago after our flight to Rome. Girl, you were right, these Euro boys are so hot and delicious (and easy!) This is me with Sandro mio bello (haha I'm picking up Italian as I go). He's a waiter at this wine bar we were at on our first night here. When these boys want you to know they're available, they sure don't use subtle signals! He says he wants to quit his job and follow me around Italy, and he wants me to take him back with me to the States.

Allie's found a bello of her own. She just can't keep her hands off of him. Here's a photo of those two when Sandro and I left them alone for only a few minutes! Of course, Sandro and I had a little fun on our walk too. Haha. He's got a tongue that just won't quit so I'm thinking seriously about stuffing him into a suitcase and taking him with us after all.

So our current plan is to stay in Capri until the end of the week, and then head back to the mainland, make our way up to your family's chalet in Tuscany in time to meet you there when you get here. Can't wait till we get to party Euro-style together!

See ya, Roxy

trinket999 here. I'm going on vacation for the next three weeks and I'm not bringing my computer with me so there'll be no updates until I get back. And no, I don't have the good fortune to spend a week in Capri, much less know someone with a chalet in Tuscany.

Wet Kisses