So, yeah, this is a sex post. If you’re squeamish, exit now. If you aren’t, it’s maybe still NSFW.
Short version: Real Dolls. Discuss.
Long version: So, I’ve encountered quite a few sex toy shops and advertisements in the last month. Some accidentally, some tangentially, some deliberately.
For the ladies, our options are pretty limited. Black, white, or rainbow bright? Vibrating or…not? Hard plastic or soft silicone? Medium, large, or jumbo? I don’t find that interesting.
Men’s toys, on the other hand, I find fascinating. (I love that last one. Because really, the zebra swimsuit and hut decorations really add a certain je ne sais…fucktard to the shot. *shivers*).
They can choose the race of the disembodied asshole they wish to F*@k. Or can just go ahead and order the whole lifeless “woman” to position at will. Wha?
Ladies, anonymous show of cyberhands: Would you like this kind of variety in your toys? Say, to be able to specify your vibrator is cast from a Japanese tool? Or have an entire silicone “man” at your disposal? And do these toys for the boys make you feel better (at least they aren’t playing with real women) or worse (nice to know an entire fantasy woman can be bought for at-home objectification–order a separate set of parts for when you’re on the go! Or for when you get upset and mutilate the doll in a fit of rage…or whatever.)
Real Dolls. Discuss.
*credit to Orange on the Honeysuckle website and making me think about sex toys today! And credit to another amigo re: skrippa naming games. My friends are durty. Heheheh.
Eww. Those products for men suggest that the men who buy those ones have some serious issues with actual women, that they may view the ideal woman as one that passively receives their hapless thrusting, that they wouldn’t know what to do with an actual woman who was willing to have sex with them. And since when is plain ol’ masturbation inadequate? Why do they need a fake disembodied woman instead of their own hand and a bottle of lotion?
It’s telling that there are sex toys for women that are not anatomically correct–the vibes with an angled end for G-spot action hardly look like anything found inside a man’s drawers. And there are a bunch designed for external action that aren’t phallic either. Having only toys that are flesh-toned disembodied men strikes me as icky…though some people like that sort of thing, I suppose. Real people, yes. Effective toys, yes. A pathetic facsimile of the first? Meh.
If a guy isn’t a total creep, maybe he can find an actual flesh-and-blood-with-sentient-brain woman who’s willing to hop in the sack with him. If he can’t, maybe he should work on his creepiness rather than buying a rubber woman to boss around.
*starts humming U2’s Babyface song*
I know I don’t want that kind of variety in my toys. I mean, there’s something creepy about the lack of interaction. Having something just stare at you lifelessly while you *ahem* use it just is weird to me. And I agree with Orange, it might say something weird about the person using those toys itself.
But I wonder if that’s also how men and women are stereotypically wired for sex. I tend to prefer erotica and writings and use those to get me off instead of porn or visual images. Most guys seem to like visual images and in a way, this is the next step in that.
I could be wrong. I’ve got limited experience in this area, but it also might explain why there’s so many lifelike things for guys, while women have other toys that don’t look like reality at all.
Then again, simluated reality might not be able to stimulate all the zones the way a large, pink Rabbit can.
I just saw a documentary on BBCAmerica about a handful of men and their Real Dolls, and I’ve been talking about it with Kiki! It’s a truly fascinating phenomenon–one that I resist making a snap judgment about.
Personally, sex toys–after the initial wowiefun factor of the first go round–leave me cold. Sex is fun because it’s a playful exchange of energy and that doesn’t happen with a piece of plastic, no matter how pretty, lifelike, or stimulating it might be. But I know lots of people who have lots of fun with their toys, so whatever floats your boat. . . .
In the documentary, the men who used the dolls were pretty pathetic, but in different ways. What interested me most was the dichotomy of masculinity/femininity being played out. They found comfort in passive objects they could completely manipulate and control–sexually and beyond. They took on the responsibility of grooming their dolls–shopping for wigs, makeup, clothes, handbags, etc., then lovingly adorning them with those specially chosen items. Like little girls and their dollies! And after fucking them, they clean them out with a toilet brush (and hopefully some douche or at least the garden hose–ick!). Some of the men dated live women, others were complete loners who depended on their dolls for companionship.
Humans are such a strange bunch, aren’t we?
But the doll fucking is very much like necrophilia or raping a passed out woman to me. What does it say about someone that they derive pleasure from penetrating an object that in turn derives no pleasure from the act? It’s that hyper-masculine care of one’s own desire without regard for another’s desire taken to another level.
Several of the men who use the dolls swear that the sex is amazing, that the dolls take on a life of their own, and they begin to push back. Kiki says that’s probably what necrophiliacs say, too.
Good lord.
The woman who’s married to the dude who created Real Dolls was asked if she’s jealous of the dolls. She said no, but insisted that they are perfect women. What does that say about our culture that “the perfect woman” is a doll–incapable of action, words, thoughts, ideas, emotions. No cooking dinner, no sucking cock. Therefore, cannot be perfect.
Okay, I’m sickening myself now. Sorry for the long comment. I’ma hafta think this through more and post it on Over Easy.
divine, im disturbed that a woman would actually form her lips to say that a doll is the perfect woman. that’s pretty twisted.
i agree with orange that it says that, for the most part, a man that would use one of these dolls must not be capable with real women in some way.
and let me say this: the pictures of the black real doll tickled me to no end. because with all that jungle garb around her, she still had a silky-straight weave. got-damnit. even in plastic, we aren’t allowed to escape our hair issues.
I dunno. Real Dolls don’t really squick me out in theory. It’s pretty mild as far as kinks go. That being said, I would not want to date a guy that had one.
i remember seeing these on ‘real sex.’ (and the women they had test out the male doll seemed to enjoy it - they were able to pop his package out and do all sorts of interesting things with it.)
but while the *idea* of using an inanimate does not freak me out (who here has not frottaged one’s own teddy bear in their girlhood past? oh, just me?) the idea of that inanimate object having tits and glazed over eyes just creeps me out. i kept thinking that plunging in and out of one of these things must be like fucking the dead. yick.
it’s the level of disassociation that disturbs me - i’m not using it in its clinical sense because i’m not a therapist, but i’d imagine that if a guy starts to ascribe some kind of subjectivity to his doll, there’s something seriously wrong with that. and what happens when he looks at a real, live woman? will she cease to be a person and become a doll?
i’m all for masturbatory pleasures but this one seems a little creepy.
but what am i saying? if san jose CA college guys gangbanging a drunk unconscious high school student with vomit in her mouth is a reality, then i guess sad loners tupping dolls ain’t so far out the ordinary.
(sometimes dudes can be sick, you know?)
Oh dear god. That just…now I want to vomit. I think the sad thing is, these dolls aren’t making men start to think of women as dolls/inanimate objects. Obviously, many guys already do think of us that way. The dolls are just apparently behaving as women “should.” Never rejecting sex, never gaining weight, having just the right shoe size, never criticizing. That’s what scares me. A lot of these guys are in love with their dolls (you have to check out the letters page of the website or some of the doll owners forums) precisely because of their absolute control over them…ugh.
Disturbing, point blank…..and I’m into some freak type shiznit, but ummmmm, this is madness.
I remember that episode of Real Sex! It took three girls to heave that doll onto the bed. Three! That’s incredibly inconvenient. What if I have a Real Doll, and my roommates are out? What if I have back problems? These are the issues that are not being addressed!
That being said, ick. I mean, really. Ick.