Considering there was a time I expected I would get flamed at the boards (well, GDC) for uploading that sort of collages, I’m happy to be wrong. I’m even happier to write fun little stories to post with those “wanting” collages.

What I also observed is that sexual behavior attributed to women was also practiced by men, and vice versa. So there’s always been a conflict between what I see in reality, and what’s often presented by the media, and idiotic wo / men’s magazines.

If I was seriously judgmental and blind to the fact that I’ve been guilty of a particular brand of that sort of thing, I would call it despicable behavior, but so much depends on how it’d done, and the context in which it belongs, I’ll just call it part of life, of growing up.

What I write and collage about, the things a little man does to… guide his lovely tall lady’s train of thoughts, or the actions a woman takes as a giantess to drive her man to distraction, most of the time those are deeply woven into the foundation of their feelings, their love, care, respect, or in more spontaneous scenarios between (initially) strangers, borne of a deep desire to please the other person.

There is no doubt in my mind the little man does not want to be lectured, and will use everything in his power to avoid punishment; but what he really wants, even more than avert punishment, is to spend a wonderful evening with his very tall wife, which in the end he knows will make her happy as well.

And I also clicked that the conversation about his manners was never actually gonna happen – he was going to be sure he looked quite the delectable treat when she returned to her bedroom.

This world does do some fascinating things to gender-roles. Men hoping to placate their much larger owners by using their sexuality to wrap them around their finger.

Thank you for the relentless thought-food, Undersquish.

I look forward to mollifying all sorts of rage, indignation, and shock at every future collage of lone shrunken men I intend to create and post.

I do feel sorry for him, but only a little bit. He’s a fortunate little rascal, and his wife does spoil him to no end.

More often than not he gets away with murder.

Oh, I accept your opinion with the greatest of understanding. For years I felt the same way about collages that show a woman alone, and as you know there are many thousands of those that have been created and uploaded to the Internet.

While I have learned to appreciate those lone-woman collages for their artistic value (Real Live Dead’s work comes to mind), they still don’t rock my boat the same way images that include interaction do. Still, material to create a few of them has made its way to my stash, because I do think they’s purty to look at.

On the other hand, collages that show only a shrunken man surrounded by a much larger environment have the same effect on me as those woman-towering-over-buildings have on our people.

I bet your girlfriend will love the brownies! I hope they work.

I hope you will have a pleasant Saturday evening after your friends have left.

You’ve got to feel a bit sorry for the little guy. Can you blame him for clinging to who he used to be?

Still… “And after they leave I’ll come back here and have a long conversation about your manners, and your small place in the grand scheme of my things” … I’d love to be a fly on the wall during that conversation.

Enjoy them! I prefer this recipe because the result is a small batch, when most other recipes I’ve seen end up in a larger quantity of brownies. There’s less temptation this way.

Alright, aluminium it is! It’s closer to the spelling in Spanish, “aluminio”.

I always intended to publish that bit I wrote, and more. I simply didn’t have time on Sunday to type everything down, and I was only able to begin editing it tonight. Thank you Pedro!

Plus, it’s “aluminIum”.

I saw you wrote a bit then removed it. I guess it reflected your mood at the time, but then you thought better of it. I thought it was lovely though.

I may have to try this, slip some to my gf… *crosses fingers*