Dolls are made of plastic, they aren’t real people. But when you get lonely and lack the ability to maintain healthy relationships, you turn to your dolls. The world is a mean place, I understand that. You were teased, mis-treated and abused. You were laughed at for wearing the wrong things and having bad skin. The girl you always dreamt about never came your way. You are a loser in life but there is a solution. Get a sex doll, she won’t judge you, she won’t laugh at you, she won’t break your heart. She will always be there waiting for you to get home from work. She won’t have dinner on the table, but that’s a small trade-off for having something to live for…..

Today’s post is called “when did you first get into dolls?”:

Giverny,

I think I was 8 or 9 when I got a Barbie (I don’t remember how I got it). I thought she was beautiful, and dreamed of her coming to life and marrying her. But after a couple of days, an older brother found me playing with her, and degraded me for it (Men don’t play with dolls!). So I threw her away.

In my teen years, I saw adds for “lifelike” love dolls and fantasized about them.

I was almost 40 old before I bought a doll. And now I have Phoebe. And if someone finds me playing with her, they can go fuck themselves. I’m not giving her up.

Mahtek & Phoebe

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