Guys and (Sex) Dolls

Now you might start to think I'm a bit obsessed with RealDolls, but I'm not, really. I admire all the work that goes into them (seriously, each one is a work of art), and I'm simultaneously fascinated and repelled by the men who own them. (I also tend to think of RealDolls as giant Barbies. With orifices.)

Anyway, my point was that, if you have a bit of spare time, check out this British documentary, Guys and Dolls, about RealDolls and the men who love (and love) them. It's sad and a bit scary how many of the guys treat the dolls as though they're sentient beings. And it's also a bit upsetting how...well, forlorn some of the dolls look. Definitely worth a look, though.

Also, I think it contains the best line ever: "Shit. And I'm running out of vaginas."

Whoopsie

Evidently, the whole Nazi sex doll thing was a hoax. Oops. Sorry.

In barely-related news, I finally checked out the Museum of Sex last weekend. It was fairly eh, though some of the old stag films were pretty entertaining. The highlight was undoubtedly the RealDoll: one was on display in a case, but there was a separate section of a RealDoll's torso from the navel to the clavicle sitting out with a Touch Me sign above it. So touch I did. It felt like sticky skin. Very bouncy and smackable. And the boobs were like giant stress balls. It was awesome.

The Porsche of Sex Dolls

This site is totally bizarre (and not at all safe for work). I can't decide if it's sick and twisted, or just really, really weird, though not harmful. I guess it's okay if you can socialize like a normal human being and happen to have a spare $5000 with which to buy a lifelike sex doll. I see it as a problem for the hardcore Trekkies or Dungeons & Dragons nerds who, after maxing out their credit cards for such dolls, may never feel the need to learn to relate to real chicks.

Seriously, though, check out the site. It's strangely compelling.