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(26 People Likes) Why is the “dutch wife” a rattan puppet/bolster or a cheap sort of a plastic sex doll? Where does it come from?
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(18 People Likes) The concept of having sex
cause she do sex doll baratas sn’t have any sort of tantrums or noncommittal phobia. She’s as chilled out as you want her to be; these days, a doll can have a custom personality. And if is not for a partner then it can be just for fun and satisfying the sexual needs, simple as that. Even the porn industry has noticed the sudden surge of dolls in the real world. Which is exactly why they’re incorporating more and more media related to these love dolls. Some of today’s top porn tube sites
(86 People Likes) Who invented blow-up dolls?
ave been born from that commandment in the Bible about not making a graven image or likeness of anything from the Heavens above or below (blah blah blah.) To d sex doll baratas so would be idolatry or something and only pagans did that kind of nonsense, right? That thinking probably scared a lot of people. So a bunch of marketing geniuses back in the “olden days” started churning out these suckers: Because we all know that “Hell Sells” and boy, did it ever! A toy revolution was born and suddenly every Victorian lassie wanted an awful porcelain-headed, beady-eyed companion to watch over her in the nursery. Yikes! These were some seriously demented “graven images” if you ask me. So haunted was I as a little girl, and as a guest in my aunt's “doll room” (ah, she was a collector, you see, and proud of her acquisitions) that I've loathed dolls ever since. I can't even be in the same room with one without breaking out in gooseflesh. They give me the fantods. A visit to my aunt's house as a little girl would find me being put to bed in the “doll room” with the moonlight seeping in between the slats from the window blinds, shining into their death-stare glassy eyes. Horrifying moments. I'd brave the “four-foot leap” to avoid whatever it was lurking beneath the bed ready to grab me in its claws, and sneak across the floor to where those dolls were displayed, and one-by-one turn them to face the wall. I couldn't sleep with them staring at me like that. Then, from the middle of the room, I'd once again launch myself into bed, avoiding the underneath, and scramble, terrified underneath the “magic covers.” For some reason, I thought blankets were the “safe zone.” Once under them, no “monsters” could get me. In the morning, when Auntie would be in my room to wake me, I'd be terrified to see those dolls once more turned around facing outwards! Their terrible faces staring at me once again, and their cold, pale death-stares piercing my racing heart! I just knew those Hell Dolls came to life in the middle of the night and turned around to get me. How else would they have been able to turn
(95 People Likes) What's the point about living and dying in the first place if there is "heaven"?
the One True Inflatable Doll. He was up to his usual tricks, picking away at his guitar and mumbling incoherently. “Hiya Jimmy!” I said cheerfully to him. He stopped playing and looked me straight in the eyes with one of those death stares that he’s so famous for. It’s the kind of stare that makes you wonder if you should reach for a hand gun or a straight jacket. He then resumed his playing. “How are you doing today?” I asked, this time with more of a concerned inflection. He stopped playing again. This time, he set his guitar down next to his Holy Chair of Stuffed Monkeys. Then, from behind the chair, he pulled out his big 24 ounce can of malt liquor and took a half dozen hearty gulps. Finally, he spoke. Actually, he bellowed for all within the next few blocks to hear, “I’M GONNA BURN DOWN THIS WHOLE TOWN!” You see, according to The Gospel of Saint Jimbo, “heaven” doesn’t exist. The believers of the other (and false) gospels tried to help out St. Jimbo at one time or another, but were unable to. St. Jimbo was just too much for them to handle. When they gave him shelter, he burned it down. When they gave him food, he threw it into his campfire and burned it up. When they gave him clothes, he urinated on them and burned them (St. Jimbo’s urine is an interesting concoction of kerosene, alcohol and highly flammable hobo sweat). The only thing he can’t figure out to set alight yet are his empty cans of malt liquor. But give him time… When St. Jimbo was a younger hobo, he spent quite a bit of time in Nevada. He once went to a place that he was sure was “heaven”. After all, the sign on the building said “Heaven” and that was good enough for him. He was even promised hoards of young vixens and all that he could drink and smoke. But after about ten minutes inside, the fire department showed up. Guess what? The popular Heaven Brothel Pro Shop in Elko, Nevada had caught fire by the hands of St. Jimbo and he spent some time (only a few minutes, actually) in jail (until he found a way to set that on fire, too, and escaped). What’s the point of me sharing all of this here: Well, Heaven doesn’t exist because St. Jimbo burned it to the ground. And to answer your other question regarding whether or not life is worth living or not, that answer is up to you. Life is what you make of it. St. Jimbo spends his days hollering at cars, threatening to burn things down, playing sick guitar riffs and drinking malt liquor next to his Holy Chair of Stuffed Monkeys. He’s far too busy to contemplate the universe or the benefits of living a life of servitude. At the end of the day, life is what you put into it. Do what you can to help those around you, be kind to older folks, smile at children (just don’t wear un-tinted Aviators when you do it or they’ll think you’re a child molester) and when your cat wakes you up at 4:30 in the morning for food, you don’t always have to throw her across the room. Find an organization (hopefully non-religious) to get involved with—a cause, a charity, something that does something to make a difference in people’s lives. I like to look back regularly and see if what I do on a regular basis is making a difference in someone’s life. If it isn’t I change my course. Sometimes this means I’m a very busy person. And sometimes this means it might cost a little money. But the rewards of seeing people get
(74 People Likes) Do armies have their own sex dolls to relieve their urge while overseas?
ars (www.siliconwives.com), there are surprisingly a handful of documented cases that this happened historically. Here are some of these cases: 1600s During the height of European naval empires in the seventeenth century, there is evidence that cotton sex dolls were created and used by sailors on long voyages. These dolls were referred to as dames de voyage, and used mostly by French and Spanish sailors. 1800s There are documents from this period that report the navies of Imperial Germany and Japan sanctioned the usage of dames de voyage for long journeys. Interestingly, both navies not only sanctioned, but they manufactured and distributed their own version of the dolls themselves. These dolls were created to satisfy the male urges, and to cut down on homosexuality. 1900s Finally, we arrive at World War II, where it is rumored the German Navy became the first creator of the modern sex-doll, called Model Borghild. According to the urban legend the Model Borghild doll was part of the Nazi's 'field-hygenic project", which was started to absorb the sexual drive of the storm troopers. Also at this time, the Japanese had a version of a dame de voyage called "do-ingyo". Fortunately, unlike the German dolls which remain a rumor, there is literature that directly refers to these Japanese dolls. The description of the dolls comes from a Japanese Realistic Sex Doll ook titled "The Art of Quickly Seducing a Novice": "A man who is forced to sleep alone can obtain pleasure with a do-ingyo. This is the body of a female doll, the image of a girl of thirteen or fourteen with a velvet vulva. But these dolls are only for people of high rank." So there you ha
