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Can’t Sleep!!

Giantessa — Tue, 07 Sep 2010 05:38:29 +0000

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Tough Times

Giantessa — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 18:08:55 +0000

I haven’t really felt like posting this week. The roommate of a friend of mine killed himself earlier this month, and the aftermath has been hard for everyone involved. It seems like a lot of people really need a career or a sense of purpose to keep themselves going. When those people lose their jobs and can’t find comparable new ones, even if they have enough money to get by on, they just begin to fall apart. They feel worthless and some of them end it all.

I’m afraid to research the suicide statistics for the year. Maybe it’s anecdotal but it seems like people are really starting to come apart under the pressure. As for me, I’m not making as much as I’d like or working as many hours as I’d like, but at least I have enough to pay the rent and go out with friends.

So if you’re reading this and you’re struggling, just try to hang in there, OK? The tough times will pass.

Too tall for the bed!

Giantessa — Tue, 30 Sep 2008 18:46:23 +0000

I had an awesome experience over the weekend. I stayed at a friend’s apartment in Philadelphia and the bed in the room had a weird headboard that covered part of the mattress. As a result, I was about two inches too tall for the bed! I had to scrunch up a little bit to fit right, and even then I could easily touch my feet to the bottom of the bed while my head was touching the top.

It made me feel so huge! I loved it. And my friend and her roommate are fairly petite – 5’2″ and 5’0″ – so when I got up in the morning I felt like a giant woman in munchkin land. They hardly even use their top cabinets in the kitchen! They’re so tiny and I felt so big, I just wanted to pick them both up at the same time.

But they would have thought that was rude, and we mustn’t frighten or upset my little subjects. (At least not when they’re letting me stay over in their apartment.)

Humiliating small men at the gym

Giantessa — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 01:05:38 +0000

I started working out again two weeks ago after reading about Amy Davis. She’s almost as tall as me, but she used to be really skinny – a problem I’ve never had. After working out for a few years, though, she’s developed really big muscles and they look amazing.

I don’t know if I’d want to be so muscular as Amy, but I do love the idea of being crazy strong. I had a gym membership already (that I rarely use) but I’ve gone back now with a plan to get stronger. After just four or five workouts in the weight room, I haven’t gotten any stronger, really. But as tall as I am, and at around 180 pounds, I’m naturally pretty strong. People are always surprised by it.

So it was with some amusement that I noticed a skinny guy using smaller dumbbells than me. I was curling 30 pound dumbbells while he was just using 20 pounders. I smiled at him and he blushed when his eyes met mine. I think he likes me, and I know I like men I can outlift at the gym! I just wish he was shorter – he’s almost as tall as me and that’s kind of a turn-off.

Small man, big breasts

Giantessa — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 18:34:27 +0000

I went to the deli around the corner for lunch today, like I do a few times per week. I just pick up a sandwich and a piece of fruit usually, because a big girl like me needs to keep her strength up.

There was a guy in front of me in line who’s only about 5′ 4″. He’s young and cute; there’s nothing wrong with him except that he’s no taller than the average woman – although he’s a bit thin. If I had to guess I’d say he weighs about 125 pounds. I’m wearing 2 inch pumps today, so I was looking down on him from a ten-inch, 55-pound advantage. And that’s just the way I like my men: small enough to hold him down and do what I want without much of a struggle.

Because it’s a little cool out today I broke out a V-neck sweater for work this morning. The sweater is actually a bit much for work – I’m unusually big breasted (thank God) and with this top the cleavage factor is high. Anyway, he turned around at one point and found himself looking right into my breasts. He had the cutest look of surprise on his face but then looked up into my face and flashed a sort of awkward “whoops!” smile.

I wanted to pick him up, sit him on top of the deli counter and crush his cute little face into my breasts! Maybe next time?