Would you have sex with a male doll?
I’m not talking about a dildo, either.
I’m talking the whole shebang, a head-to-toe human. A five foot nine, 108 pound, anatomically correct man doll, complete with pubes, freckles, and a working pecker.
Oh, stop blushing. Sex dolls aren’t that bad. There is so much chatter about female sex dolls in recent years they feel almost mainstream.
They’ve been the topic of Hollywood movies (Lars And The Real Girl), documentaries (Guys and Dolls), and even artwork (How We See by Laurie Simmons).
To my understanding, they are the domain of lonely men and fetishists, imagineers of relationships and doll-cuddles, weirdos who don’t seem to mind their date hasn’t stopped staring at the wall for the entire evening.
But then I found out about the male sex doll. Which, on the other hand, feels incredibly disconcerting.
Why would a woman – A WOMAN – want a relationship with a lump of silicone? Aren’t we more advanced than that? Men might be capable of having sex with everything from an apple pie to a fleshlight; but a woman? Don’t we need a heartbeat, a cheeky wink, and the promise of a second date?
Well, no. Apparently not.
