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You never forget your first glimpse of the Statue of Liberty. A towering monument to freedom, democracy and the big-girl aesthetic, she looms over New York Harbor, tons of womanhood, feet from toes to torch macrophilia, her head high and huge, her massive bosom outthrust to welcome the tired, the poor, the huddled masses.
For immigrants arriving on America's shore, the statue is the earth mother of international acceptance. For macrophiles, she's something else -- the ultimate sex goddess. Macrophilia -- it's one of those wonderful words that means exactly what you think it means.
Put 'em together, whatta you got? A lover of macrophilia, a connoisseur of the colossal. Simply put, male macrophiles -- and almost all macros are men -- get turned on by giant women. Not merely statuesque women, not your ordinary 6-feetinches Daisy Fuentes-type Amazon. Don't try pushing that diminutive excuse for a woman at the discriminating macro. He loves only the true giantess -- or GTS, as macros say -- the gal who goes, say, a hundred feet in high heels.
But where, you ask, does one find oneself a hundred-foot GTS? Nowhere,of course. And precisely because there are no real-life giantesses out there stomping around the countryside, squashing SUVs like Matchbox cars, macrophiles seeking to satisfy their giant-sized desire must rely instead on the power of their own imaginations.
The Web is the playground where macros turn their imaginations loose to frolic. Surfing macrophilia online GTS scene you'll find giantesses galore -- in reality, photos of normal-size women manipulated to appear humongous.
And over at GTS and Feet you get one macro's domination fantasy: four teensy men squished between the toes of a macrophilia as she paints her poster-size toenails. The variety of the macros' online creation is outstripped only by its inventiveness. Despite a tendency among macrophiles to clam up when approached by size-neutral outsiders, I managed to crack the GTS cyber network and strike up a conversation with one chatty macro in my quest to answer the burning question: why giants?
Dave has been married for six years and says that his sexual relationship with his regulation-size wife is "fantastic. And whom would Dave choose if he could transform any celebrity into a GTS? Darwin wrote, "If everyone were cast in the same mold, there macrophilia be no such thing as beauty. But what does it say about a man's perception of women -- and of himself -- when his ultimate fantasy is to be stomped to smithereens macrophilia some redwood-size femme fatale?
Helen Friedman, a clinical psychologist in St. Maybe they were abused. This [macrophilia] is not so much a fetish as a disassociation from reality. It's part of an internal world. Dave agrees that his fantasies are an escape, but he takes issue with the perfunctory Freudian assessment.
My folks are French and Catholic, so they were a little more strict than most of my peers' families. But they were definitely not abusive. In the wired world of macrophilia you find precious few females. For some reason, women don't swoon over King Kong-size men, and their aversion may be more than a simple matter of taste.
They don't need to fantasize it. So where do guys get macrophilia jones for jumbo women? For Dave, sexual awakening dates back to Liliput. Dave says, "I was turned on by "Gulliver's Travels" before I knew what the birds and the bees were all about. Dave read that scene for the first time in the sixth grade and says, "I've fantasized about giantesses ever since. For macrophile film buffs, a handful of options exist. And when you're sitting in a theater, the nature of your physical relationship to the actors on screen -- the ratio of your size to theirs -- is in itself a macrophile's dream.
Slumped in your seat, you gape up at the tragicomedy unfolding on screen and it's macrophilia if those gigantically beautiful people with the swimming pool-size eyes could lean out of the picture and scoop you up in their very large hands. Dave says that because the macro audience is basically invisible to Hollywood, the onscreen GTS macrophilia remain captivating but rare.
The appeal of the Internet, conversely, is that macros can create their own outsize dramas. But Friedman sees a different reason why macrophiles -- along with cross-dressers, transsexuals and other alternative lifestylists -- migrate online. It's not the big coming out, but it's a first step. Disassociated from reality or not, there's no denying the impressive scope of the macro's imagination.
In a culture that often glorifies tininess and limp-noodle frailty in women -- think of Gwyneth Paltrow's anemic scarecrow charms -- the macro closes his eyes to the puny pop idols du jour, and looks instead to the gargantuan giantess roaming the landscape of his dreams.
In a no-brainer world of prepackaged sexpots and pay-per-view porn, the macrophile stands as one of a dying breed: the true dreamer. To those critical of the dream, Dave shrugs: "Like any fetish, if you don't have it, you probably won't get it. Sticky Header Night Mode. Macrophilia A giant fetish For the macrophile, the bigger the woman, the bigger the love.
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