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Saturday, February 29th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
I have two reactions to this cartoon about discarded love dolls:
1) Your garbage men are definitely judging you.
2) What the hell is that guy doing, that keeps puncturing his heavily-patched inflatable companions?
I also think the “69” licence plate on the garbage truck is a nice touch!
From the cover of Zowie (November 1977). Cartoon is by Earl Engleman.
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Wednesday, December 11th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
This news is from ten years ago, but can a story about a man who commits burglary to kidnap blowup sex dolls for immoral purposes ever truly get old?
A PERVERT has twice broken into a Cairns adult shop and had sex with blow-up dolls before abandoning the vinyl vixens in a nearby lane.
However, police are on his tail, because the thief left his DNA on a doll and possible fingerprints on its face along with three other inflatable dolls and lubricants.
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The owner of the adult shop, who wished to be named only as Vogue, said that in a first unreported break-in at his recently opened shop, the doll-snatcher had stolen five dolls and had sex with one of them.
“He has been taking the dolls out the back and blowing them up and using the dolls and leaving them in the alley,” he said.
“It is totally bizarre.
“It is a real concern that someone like that is out on the street.”
Vogue said a sex toy also went missing in the second break-in and that the offender had a liking for the doll model named “Jungle Jane”, which had been taken on both occasions.
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Not content with his first two midnight liaisons, the burglar again smashed through a wall in the roof area of the shop on either Monday night or early yesterday morning but was scared off by a newly installed alarm system.
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Cairns Police District crime prevention co-ordinator, Acting Sgt Cary Coolican, said the reported offences were being investigated. Coolican said in the case of the adult shop, scientific officers had taken DNA samples, fingerprints and pictures.
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Wednesday, October 17th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
These past months on the internet there was a spate of sensationalist summer silly-season web-journalism stories about so-called “sex doll brothels”. Friends, I spurned those stories, because the concept is risible. A brothel is a workplace for sex workers, not a collection of jack-off booths with sex-toy rentals. And while there’s nothing inherently wrong with the latter notion, it’s disrespectful and dehumanizing to sex workers to borrow their terminology for your no-humans-involved business concept.
Wait, did I say there was nothing inherently wrong with the notion of a public jack-off booth with sex-toy rentals? Yeah, but I meant “wrong” in a moral sense. Practically speaking, I think it’s dumb. Some things make more sense at home. You don’t trust a minimum-wage employee to wash your sex toys after a stranger has used them. Moreover, given the inherent stigma that sex toys in general and sex dolls in particular still carry in our repressive societies, you don’t queue up to use them in a public place. From these axioms, it follows: you don’t rent. You buy. This is the same logic that doomed the coin-op video-booth in sleazy downtown sex shops, as soon as everyone could buy their own VCR and porn tapes to take home. So too with sex dolls: You take discreet truck delivery, you play with them in your own house, you handle your own cleanup. It’s just a better situation that way.
Which is where a slick sex doll shopping site like SexDolls.com comes in. I’ve posted about sites like this before, although never about one quite so pretty as this one:
There seem to be more than sixty different doll-models on offer at SexDolls.com, and that’s before the customization options kick in. We’re talking — and I can’t swear that all these options exist on every doll, but extensive spot-checking suggests most of them are available for most dolls — sixteen different hair styles, eight eye colors, twelve different fingernails colors, three different nipple sizes, four different nipple colors, four different vagina hair styles including “none”, and your choice of removable “easier to clean” or built-in vagina. Whew! That, my friends, is a metric fuck-ton of choices to make before they can build out your sex doll and put her in the crate to send her on the truck toward your address.
Although perhaps I should not be so hasty to assume that “her”. Indeed, what about male sex dolls for women? As you can see, there’s a category for that, although sadly at the moment of my writing there’s only one sex doll on offer in the category. Curiously, his description calls him “one of our top rated gay male sex dolls.” I won’t open the can of worms that is gender and orientation when ascribed to sex toys, but I can’t help wondering why the lone male doll in a category labelled “sex dolls for women” is described as gay. I also noticed that he’s better described for the convenience of penetrators than penetratees. He’s provisioned with numerical statistics for things like his anal depth and oral depth, but his description is oddly silent about whatever genital arsenal he may come equipped with. The category description assures us that all of the male sex dolls offered “are packing some serious heat below the belt” and “come with detachable penises” but in specific terms, customers wanting to be penetrated are left to wonder “by what?” Customers intending to penetrate, by contrast, get specific numerical answers for every doll.
I want to close by observing that somebody has put an almost obsessive amount of skill and energy and heart into dressing, posing, lighting, and photographing the dolls for sale on SexDolls.com. I realize that making the female form look attractive in photographs is a highly developed profession, but it must be an added challenge when your model is made out of assorted plastics. There is some truly lovely photography on display here!
Friday, July 20th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
The SEXO loverealdolls website proclaims the company is a China factory manufacturer of sex dolls founded in 2009 as a “driving force” in sex dolls, with extraordinary design, excellent quality, considerate service, and favorable price.
Their extensive online catalog contains more than ninety models of sexy dolls, in wide-ranging categories that include the unusual and unexpected. In addition to a bunch of different body sizes, shapes, and racial “styles”, one may order elf-women dolls, pregnant dolls, and anime dolls (although I didn’t see any pregnant elf-women, or anime elves. Mix-and-match only goes so far!) And all that’s before customization options kick in: three skin colors, three eye colors, four nail colors, pubic hair options, and a decision about hardware in the feet that affects whether the dolls can be posed in standing postures. It looks to me as if foot fetishists would want to eschew the standing ability in favor of having feet that are better to play with, but I am just your humble scribe, I don’t make these decisions. Anyway, all this adult sexy-doll fun starts on the SEXO front page:
Unlike the fairly anodyne and generic sex dolls I’ve seen from other manufacturers, SEXO seems to go out of their way to make toys for men with some fairly specific fetishes around body type, like sex dolls with a big ass and huge breasts. And although I would not call this particular doll either fat or chubby, the manufacturer does:
Before anybody gets all up in my comments or my Twitter mentions about using words like fat or chubby in this context, I think a few preemptive words are in order about the whole sex-doll-ordering enterprise. Love it or hate it, it’s a fundamentally objectifying project. Your plastic pal who’s fun to be with is an object! Before you can order a flexible playmate from across the sea, you must cheerfully enter the vale of objectification; that’s no journey on which to be carrying baggage about it. You’ll want to keep that in mind; we’re about to discuss sex doll skin colors as labeled in a Chinese factory and then translated to English.
When it comes to translating words across both languages and cultures there is probably nothing harder to get “right” (if “right” even exists) than terms for skin tones. The sex doll above is shown in the middle shade offered by SEXO, the shade they call “tan.” Their lighter shade is something I would consider a blindingly-Nordic pale white, which they refer to variously as “skin” or “flesh” at different places on the website. This doll is offered that way, and also (along with most or all doll models) in a much darker-skinned “black” which is no blacker than “black” skin usually is.
I think my very favorite thing about the SEXO business philosophy is the sex-positive motto expressed on their website header: “Less stress, more pleasure.” I’m old enough to remember the vicious stigma that once permeated the entire sex toy industry, and to see that it’s been rather slower to ease and dissipate in the sex doll category than elsewhere. Sex dolls, like any other sex toys, are all about pleasure, and it’s a pleasure to see a manufacturer recognize that.
Tuesday, May 9th, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Just now the internet is going through another spasm of sex-negative Nervous Nellies in a freakout about an impending wave of “sex robot” products — life-like silicone sex dolls that increasingly will be equipped with basic interactive functionalities. Why the freakout? As near as I can tell, the women (and, yes, it is mostly women) doing the freaking are the same ones who hate porn and despise sex workers and get angry when “their” men masturbate. Lots of women enjoy using their power to say “yes” and “no” to sex as a lever to influence the behavior of the men in their lives; and some few of these women will protest anything that offers men sexual pleasures that are alternative to their own dubious charms. Objections to silicone sex dolls or to flesh-and-blood sex workers or to internet porn are all part of the same phenomenon: a fear that men who have lots of options for sexual gratification won’t be as easy to lead around by their presumed-desperate dicks.
As a man, therefore, I waste very little time on the pearls-clutching internet think-pieces fretting endlessly about how ever-improving sex dolls will impact future sexual politics. But I do admit to a fascination with the underlying technologies. In my lifetime sex dolls have progressed enormously, from cheap vinyl inflatables all the way to top-end life-sized artwork-quality fully-articulated human statues of surpassing loveliness, made of silicone or TPE or a bewildering array of proprietary mixtures and materials. In truth, I had not realized the sheer variety of models, styles, and sizes that were available, until the people at OVDoll asked me to look at their enormous selection of realistic sex dolls:
Ovdoll has a detailed website with oh-so-many dolls to choose from. Headquartered in Japan with a factory in GuangDong (Canton) China and a sales office in the US, they export dolls to more than 100 countries and they tout their 8+ years of exporting experience. There’s a photo of a scene from their factory that you would be pardoned for thinking came straight out of a science fiction movie:
What’s more, if the OVDoll ready selection isn’t sufficient for you, it’s possible to custom-order a doll in nine different body sizes, five breast sizes, four skin colors, and three eye colors, while choosing from more than 200 different available heads with diverse facial features, and then selecting from an assorting of wigs and pubic hair stylings. Plus there’s even an available selection of body tattoos! That’s a lot of customer choice in the selection of your love doll’s appearance, and most of these choices are also available in varying quantities when ordering one of the stock, not-quite-so-custom dolls in their web catalog.
Breathless internet think-piece writers notwithstanding, I don’t believe the current generation of sex dolls or even the next generation of “sex robots” with AI-driven speech routines and advanced animatronics are going to replace live human women in the sexual affections of most men. At the end of the day, we’re talking about fancy luxurious sex toys. But sex toys, as someone recently wrote in my Twitter feed, are about joy. And if you’re against joy, you’re absolutely on the wrong side.
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Sunday, July 22nd, 2012 -- by Bacchus
Sunday, June 14th, 2009 -- by Dr. Faustus
I suppose if I am going to post on crazy-ass movies like Robotrix I would be remiss if I didn’t also briefly review a non-crazy book like David Levy’s Love and Sex with Robots: The Evolution of Human-Robot Relationships. From the cover art:
Only fitting. Other little boys seemed to want to grow up to be Batman or G.I. Joe, but I wanted to be Victor Frankenstein.
Levy’s is a good book, though not as exciting as I might have hoped. Levy divides his book neatly into sections on Love and Sex. Love comes across as somewhat ploddingly earnest, an exposition of the almost-obvious. People get attached to objects, don’t they? They very much love their non-human pets, don’t they? They already get attached to robot pets like Tamagotchi and the Sony AIBO. So we can probably expect that when there are humanoid robots that act at least sort-of human, the attachments will get all the deeper.
Yes, I can see that. Even as of 2001, some robots were already looking pretty human:
In the second part, Sex, things do perk up a bit. There’s a lot of good history and exposition here of devices and potential technological precursors to full-fledged sexbots: virtual reality, sex dolls, vibrators and other sex machines are all covered. There’s even an eye-opening account of the teledildonic pleasuring of Net Michelle by Violet Blue at the New York Museum of Sex in 2005 (see p. 267). There are also extended discussions of why men and, perhaps more interestingly, women pay others for sex.
Levy, himself an expert in artificial intelligence, thinks that robots sufficiently appealing to humans to be not just exotic sex toys but something like real partners will likely be in production by about 2050, which might be right — it’s in any event less optimistic than “singularity is near” estimates put out by the likes of Ray Kurzweil. And Levy also thinks that prevailing social trends will make robot sex and possibly even human-robot marriages much more acceptable.
(You mean we have to wait another four decades before you can buy your own robot Selena off of Amazon.com?)
(Life is not fair.)
I’ll offer a technical quibble, which is that the kind of artificial intelligence necessary to make a robot good enough to want to marry would be such a formidable technological breakthrough that we really would be living in an entirely different technological universe, possibly a post-human one in which it would become unclear how or even whether a distinctively human concept like “marriage” would apply. Another possibility, one which Levy himself does not discuss, is that we might be able to make human-like robots whose intelligence rests on modified human whole-brain emulations rather than on hand-coded artificial intelligence. This possibility is one which I’ve written about on ErosBlog before and which is the fictional premise behind the ripping-good science fiction novel Saturn’s Children (by Charlie Stross), which is the book you ought to be reading if you really just want to have fun with this topic.
Though the mention of Saturn’s Children brings up an additional, cautionary thought. In Stross’s novel, ordinary biological human beings die out completely, probably in large measure because robots are more fun to be with than people. Depending on your point of view, you might find that rather sad.
Wednesday, July 9th, 2003 -- by Bacchus
I know, because daily I read and mostly fail to comprehend Scripting News, that there’s some sort of techie war-for-hearts-and-minds going on over RSS and all those other perplexing abbreviations having to do with syndication. Someone’s ox is being gored, and Winer and Ev and Google and the BlogSpot people are in it up to their ears, and all I know for sure is that my pathetic RSS headline feed is probably funky when it’s not downright broken, and that I can’t put any content in my feed at all because my blogging software doesn’t know the difference between properly formed XML and the steaming putrid droppings of Thor’s middle chariot goat. (I’m talking about the mean one, Blitzen, who, with his brother Donner, later put on some fake antlers and got a job with Santa Claus. I am not making this up.) Oh yeah, and there’s something afoot that’s somehow related to all of this (well, not related to the reindeer impersonators so far as I know) called Echo, which is so horrible that Adam Curry has offered to pay ten thousand clams to some assortment of individuals or entities, if they will just display good taste by ignoring and failing to support this Echo business, whatever it is.
Confused yet? Good. Welcome to the club. We’re just getting to the good part.
So here I am, smurfing happily down the trail between the smurfberry bushes following a trail of Smurfette’s undergarmets, when I make this post here suggesting that some rich benefactor give Violet Blue the ten thousand clams she needs to have a RealDoll orgy and write home about it.
Little did I know that I’d wandered into the crossfire of the RSS wars.
Comes now Dan Lyke over at Flutterby, who for some reason I haven’t been reading lately even though he very kindly in his comments way back when this was a wee bitty baby sex blog, and offers up this brilliant idea: Why not get Adam to put his ten thousand clams toward Violet Blue’s noble social experiment?
I don’t have a dog in this RSS/Echo fight, and I’m clearly not smart enough to have an opinion as to how all that should come out. But I know what I know. And what I know is, I really want four guys with names on their shirts to show up at Violet Blue’s apartment at seven in the morning with two huge packing crates full of carefully packaged Real Doll. And a five gallon bucket of Liquid Silk, to go, complete with electric immersion heater. So I’m getting solidly behind Dan Lyke’s proposal.
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