Question-Answer #08
Or something like that. Anyways, greatbearmd asks ...
As someone who seems to revel in their tiny-ness on these pages, are there times you wish you were one of the huge ones?
But of course! While growing up I hated my size -- absolutely hated it. My smaller size meant I was very frequently the topic of physical bullying, and retaliation was just laughable. I didn't even hit five feet until high school, but by the time I did, I started realizing that my size wasn't so bad.
Of course, this also coincides with my understanding that big men are hot as hell to me, as well, so that's hardly a shock. :: laugh ::
One of my baser instincts with a man, is to protect him, and it's made me happier than I can convey in words the two times I've been told that I made the man I was with feel "safe" -- somewhat ironic as both men were well over 6'8" and at least 300#. Despite this, in my mind I sometimes think of being able to just scoop a man up in my arms, sit him in my lap, cradle him close to me ... to be able to PHYSICALLY keep a man safe as he gets lost in me.
There is the more sensible part of me, though, that realizes that being big can suck hardcore. Outside of clothing, doorways, furniture, etc., you get people who are just annoying when they meet someone significantly larger. When Don (who's 7'2") was in Chicago, we walked about and some guy FOLLOWED US DOWN THE STREET for two blocks going, "HEY! YOU! HEY TALL GUY! YOU! TALL GUY! HOW TALL ARE YOU! HEY! YOU! TALL GUY! HEY! HEY! HEY!"
So yeah, having experienced shit like this with the men I've been with certainly makes such "being big" daydreams rather fleeting.
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As someone who seems to revel in their tiny-ness on these pages, are there times you wish you were one of the huge ones?
But of course! While growing up I hated my size -- absolutely hated it. My smaller size meant I was very frequently the topic of physical bullying, and retaliation was just laughable. I didn't even hit five feet until high school, but by the time I did, I started realizing that my size wasn't so bad.
Of course, this also coincides with my understanding that big men are hot as hell to me, as well, so that's hardly a shock. :: laugh ::
One of my baser instincts with a man, is to protect him, and it's made me happier than I can convey in words the two times I've been told that I made the man I was with feel "safe" -- somewhat ironic as both men were well over 6'8" and at least 300#. Despite this, in my mind I sometimes think of being able to just scoop a man up in my arms, sit him in my lap, cradle him close to me ... to be able to PHYSICALLY keep a man safe as he gets lost in me.
There is the more sensible part of me, though, that realizes that being big can suck hardcore. Outside of clothing, doorways, furniture, etc., you get people who are just annoying when they meet someone significantly larger. When Don (who's 7'2") was in Chicago, we walked about and some guy FOLLOWED US DOWN THE STREET for two blocks going, "HEY! YOU! HEY TALL GUY! YOU! TALL GUY! HOW TALL ARE YOU! HEY! YOU! TALL GUY! HEY! HEY! HEY!"
So yeah, having experienced shit like this with the men I've been with certainly makes such "being big" daydreams rather fleeting.
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