by rscholar » Thu Oct 05, 2023 5:13 pm
This is going to be a bit of a personal rant and, while I'm hoping it's not going to sound like a pity-party, I've got some things to get off my chest so please bear with me.
We've just come off our first 3 episodes and getting to know Emma/Little Cricket - her powers, personality, issues, etc. and, no matter our interests, witnessed what I think we've all agreed is a watershed moment in the size-change genre of actual sexual interaction involving a shrunken woman portrayed in a mainstream production. On those merits, I'm thrilled, even more so because that moment seems to have gotten a lot of traction from viewers as far as just pure WTF-ery, some even claiming it eclipsed the Termite incident.
But watching it? I felt nothing. I'm not really into genital play or "penis tower" depictions - sex in general seems to actually spoil things for me, though it's made me question what I would actually *do* if hypothetically I had a real-life tiny lover (obviously there's more to this than just sex, but I realize I don't know that I could verbalize exactly what if someone asked). Maybe it was just me and some kind of lack of energy in general; maybe I felt Emma's scale felt off between takes (the wide shot makes her look around 3 inches or so, but in the close-ups she seems much smaller); maybe it was because her dweeb of a lover wouldn't shut up. I do know that, between when he first asked her to shrink for him and when they actually got down to it, my realization that he was more concerned about his tiny dick than cherishing a tiny woman hurt and honestly soured the moment for me. Thinking on it more, it frustrates me that this major moment is couched in an attitude that blunts the impact and meaning we were hoping for: I don't think the writers *can* conceive of a scenario involving sex with a shrunken woman as anything other than a joke and an indictment on male egos, ironically centered on why he would want it rather than what a tiny woman could ever get out of it.
And that got me thinking about something else: I've always known that my interests often centered around stripping a woman of control and leaving her in a vulnerable state. It's not necessarily taking away *agency* - she can still try to do something about her predicament. But this and another discussion over a recent work I put out made me realize I tend to portray shrinking as a *negative* thing - a problem that needs to be solved, a life-changing event to adjust to, a source of peril or danger or fear. I know I can in fact conceive of a scenario where a woman would deliberately want to shrink and how it can be fun and exciting, but that, for some reason, doesn't quite do it for me. It's why, though I can enjoy and appreciate them, I'm not too keen on fairies, naturally small humanoids, humans being comparatively small to giants, or size-shifting as an innate skill. And it's why, as much as I legitimately love Emma and would be devastated if she didn't make it out of this series alive, (and I mean, I don't usually watch these current "plot-armor-less" dramas in general and, being so invested in her, it could take me *days* to recover), watching her intentionally make herself small just...doesn't quite work.
Why am I saying all this? I hate to call it "guilt" because that's just kind've silly over something that isn't real. But it's put 2 major thoughts in my head that I've been mulling over:
-We just got what could possibly be the best SW experience we've ever seen and, God help us, may ever see again, and all I can do is shrug. I remember some years back some kind of internet shit-poster on his own site (maybe it was SomethingAwful?), upon finding out about us, made some comment about Min's review of Lily Tomlin's Incredible Shrinking Woman to the tune of: "Geez, you got an actual movie literally about a shrinking woman and you're STILL not happy? Ingrates." This is *leagues* above ISW in every possible way, but my interests seem niche enough that I can't even enjoy it. Am I just never going to be happy with anything?
-I've been re-evaluating my fantasies and I'm not sure I like what they're indicating. I know all our kinks vary in terms of power balance, consent, tone, aggression, and so much else, but I'm starting to really think I may not be quite the caring, happy-fluff lover I thought I was.
Honestly, I'm wondering if I'm no better than Emma's tiny-dick guy...God I hope not.
This is going to be a bit of a personal rant and, while I'm hoping it's not going to sound like a pity-party, I've got some things to get off my chest so please bear with me.
We've just come off our first 3 episodes and getting to know Emma/Little Cricket - her powers, personality, issues, etc. and, no matter our interests, witnessed what I think we've all agreed is a watershed moment in the size-change genre of actual sexual interaction involving a shrunken woman portrayed in a mainstream production. On those merits, I'm thrilled, even more so because that moment seems to have gotten a lot of traction from viewers as far as just pure WTF-ery, some even claiming it eclipsed the Termite incident.
But watching it? I felt nothing. I'm not really into genital play or "penis tower" depictions - sex in general seems to actually spoil things for me, though it's made me question what I would actually *do* if hypothetically I had a real-life tiny lover (obviously there's more to this than just sex, but I realize I don't know that I could verbalize exactly what if someone asked). Maybe it was just me and some kind of lack of energy in general; maybe I felt Emma's scale felt off between takes (the wide shot makes her look around 3 inches or so, but in the close-ups she seems much smaller); maybe it was because her dweeb of a lover wouldn't shut up. I do know that, between when he first asked her to shrink for him and when they actually got down to it, my realization that he was more concerned about his tiny dick than cherishing a tiny woman hurt and honestly soured the moment for me. Thinking on it more, it frustrates me that this major moment is couched in an attitude that blunts the impact and meaning we were hoping for: I don't think the writers *can* conceive of a scenario involving sex with a shrunken woman as anything other than a joke and an indictment on male egos, ironically centered on why he would want it rather than what a tiny woman could ever get out of it.
And that got me thinking about something else: I've always known that my interests often centered around stripping a woman of control and leaving her in a vulnerable state. It's not necessarily taking away *agency* - she can still try to do something about her predicament. But this and another discussion over a recent work I put out made me realize I tend to portray shrinking as a *negative* thing - a problem that needs to be solved, a life-changing event to adjust to, a source of peril or danger or fear. I know I can in fact conceive of a scenario where a woman would deliberately want to shrink and how it can be fun and exciting, but that, for some reason, doesn't quite do it for me. It's why, though I can enjoy and appreciate them, I'm not too keen on fairies, naturally small humanoids, humans being comparatively small to giants, or size-shifting as an innate skill. And it's why, as much as I legitimately love Emma and would be devastated if she didn't make it out of this series alive, (and I mean, I don't usually watch these current "plot-armor-less" dramas in general and, being so invested in her, it could take me *days* to recover), watching her intentionally make herself small just...doesn't quite work.
Why am I saying all this? I hate to call it "guilt" because that's just kind've silly over something that isn't real. But it's put 2 major thoughts in my head that I've been mulling over:
-We just got what could possibly be the best SW experience we've ever seen and, God help us, may ever see again, and all I can do is shrug. I remember some years back some kind of internet shit-poster on his own site (maybe it was SomethingAwful?), upon finding out about us, made some comment about Min's review of Lily Tomlin's Incredible Shrinking Woman to the tune of: "Geez, you got an actual movie literally about a shrinking woman and you're STILL not happy? Ingrates." This is *leagues* above ISW in every possible way, but my interests seem niche enough that I can't even enjoy it. Am I just never going to be happy with anything?
-I've been re-evaluating my fantasies and I'm not sure I like what they're indicating. I know all our kinks vary in terms of power balance, consent, tone, aggression, and so much else, but I'm starting to really think I may not be quite the caring, happy-fluff lover I thought I was.
Honestly, I'm wondering if I'm no better than Emma's tiny-dick guy...God I hope not.