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(Popularity: 69) What drives a person to choose to marry an inanimate object (a sex doll) instead of a real person?

Brunch, or anything traditionally associated with Easter. However, in 2010, seeing my friends celebrating Easter, I wanted to be a part of it somehow. I want to dye eggs. Reluctantly, my dad took me to Safeway to buy some eggs and an Easter death kit. Just as we were about to leave the store, I saw a giant plush toy. It was a stuffed rabbit, about two feet tall, with long floppy ears and a small pink nose. I fell in love with it instantly and knew I had to have it. I begged for over 20 minutes, and I kept begging, even furious, until my dad bought the rabbit. In the car, I held the rabbit so tightly that she was starting to get a little flat. She sat next to me while I dyed my eggs.Almost all the eggs I dyed that year were purple, so I named my rabbits evil doll Lavender. At night, I took her to my room and put her in my little arms to sleep. I was bullied many times as a child. To make matters worse, I was bullied by a lot of people I thought were friends. I’m not going to tell anyone the teasing, I’ll go home, lock myself in my room, and cry. I’m not sure if my parents would understand and I obviously can’t tell my friends – they are bullies. In mid-May, the bullying started to get very serious. My friends started making games, who could target me with the worst insults. They are ruthless – they will make fun of my weight, my glasses, my clothes, my family, my performance at school, etc. One day I came home from school and rushed to my room, holding back tears until I burst into tears in the safety and comfort of my room. This time, I grabbed my rabbit and cried on her shoulder for an hour. Holding things, hugging things is something I’ve never done before. But holding lavender, an inanimate object, made me feel like someone was with me, as if someone was comforting me. Despite the cliché, she made me feel like I wasn’t alone. For the next few years, I would hold lavender whenever I was sad, nervous, scared, etc. Finally, high school came and I no longer had to go to the same school as my so-called friends. Thinking I don’t need her anymore, I put the lavender in the closet and push it away. November 6, 2018: It’s been over eight years since I first saw the Lavender at Safeway. I have two exams tomorrow, one AP English and one AP Physics. I still need to prepare for both tests, but lo and behold, I feel like I need to write this. While preparing for these exams, I realized that no matter how good my test scores were, I would never get an A in AP Physics. As stupid as it may sound, realizing it, I just had a panic attack. One of my biggest flaws is that I associate self-worth with grades. I had a B last year, so having a B this year was a huge hit for me. I started worrying that my parents would never forgive me, that I would never get into the college I wanted to get into, etc. Soon, I started crying. Quick, short breaths kept coming. I need to grab something but I have nothing around. Then I saw her through the little gap between the closet and the wall: Lavender. I grabbed her arm and wrapped my arms around her tightly. Just like 10 years ago, I started crying against her shoulder again and I felt better again. Unlike people, inanimate objects never leave. I used to cry about bullying, friend problems, etc, but now I cry about grades, school, college, and eternal fear. However, no matter the topic, I can always tell Lavender how I feel, I can always lean on her shoulder and cry, and she will always be there. My friends have changed, where I live has changed, and time has passed, but,

(Popularity: 76) Why do sex toys need to be accompanied by instructions?

Why do sex toys need to come with instructions?so people know how to clean/store them so people know what kind of battery they use (if needed) so people know how to turn it on and off (always test the electronics to make sure you know how to turn it off before actually using it) even if you Think it’s basic, everyone knows how to use x, but there will always be people who use x for the first time and may not know what they’re doing

(Popularity: 66) What is the best sex doll?

If it is mainly used for photography, Black Sex Dollit recommends choosing a sex doll made of silicone. If it is used to solve sexual needs, then choose TPE material. If the above two requirements are met, it is recommended to choose a doll with a silicone head + TPE body. Hope my answer can help you.

(Popularity: 100) Can the introduction of sex dolls reduce rape cases in a country?

It’s like your soul leaves your body, you’re numb and you can’t feel anything anymore. I was 12 years old and just started 7th grade. I like this boy so much that we will be renaming him “J”. I looked up to him and fantasized about our marriage; though we may have said it twice by now. I get so excited when he waves at me in the hallway, my heart beats 100 miles an hour when I see him. J was in 8th grade and was 14 when this happened. He was twice my size and terrified everyone in my grade. Of course not me. I would follow him like a puppy, trying to get his attention. It was common for most 12-year-olds at the time. It’s a pretty healthy school crush. We took the same school bus and got off at the same stop. I would walk to my grandparents’ house, which was the street before him. Sometimes, I walk to the park across from his house. At 12, I endured a lot. My mother was an alcoholic and I hardly ever saw my father. So yeah, I’m hit. But I still have my innocence. One day, I was swinging on the swing after school. I had no homework and my grandparents didn’t really care where I was. I’m minding my own business, pretending to be a plane or something. I guess J saw me from across the street, came out of his house and walked over to the swing. “Are you thirsty?” he said. “You’ve been here for a while. Why don’t you come in and I’ll get you some Gatorade?” I was very surprised. My love, talk to me? ! But wait…in…his house? I’ve never had a parent to teach me about “unfamiliar dangers,” or what red flags are. I’m conflicted, but I want to look cool in front of J. So, I followed him back to his house. As soon as I walked in, I noticed something was wrong. He locked the front door behind me and I felt like I was freezing. J took my clothes off and it felt like peeling from a statue. I can’t breathe. I can’t scream. All I could do was whisper, “Please, stop.” It went from slow and cautious to violent within seconds. He grabbed my hair and pushed my face first onto his sofa. I started crying because I was scared. I don’t understand what this is. This was never explained to me. J first anal raped me. Like I said before, J is a big guy for his age. Unfortunately, this resulted in a larger penis. I knew I was bleeding and I finally made my lungs scream. It hurt so bad he finally quit and I thought it was all over. I started praying over and over, hoping someone would drive by and hear my screams. Since I didn’t move, I guess J thought I wanted more. Then he raped me with a vagina. I feel pain and then I feel nothing. I feel numb, like I’m not alone anymore. My body is empty, and I feel as if I’m floating into space. I started counting seconds as they passed. I counted 1862 seconds. I barely remember what happened from here. I don’t remember if he came in or if he came in at all. I was too numb to speak. I remember him putting my clothes back on, patting me on the head, and pushing me out his front door. I remember the pain of walking home. I’ll say this; I’m already in pain. I broke a few bones and experienced a lot of heartache. But what J did to me was truly the worst pain I have ever experienced. I’ve been bleeding for a few days. I flinched, I became very depressed. The next day at school, everyone already knew. I was labelled a “slut” because J told everyone I “beg him to fuck me”. I was manipulated into thinking I wanted it, which was voluntary. I’ve never been taught what consent is, I don’t know the difference. I tried to tell my dad two weeks later. I wasn’t direct, but I said something like, “My friend told me this…what should she do?” I came across, “What is she wearing? What is she doing?” I knew I had to tell myself Confidential. I can’t trust anyone. On my 18th birthday, I did file a report with the local police station. J has contacted me for the past 3 years to admit what he did and apologise. He opened new accounts and tried to control me with what he did to me. He doesn’t know, I’m just waiting for the right time to report to him. I have all the screenshots. I have been in therapy to help with this trauma since my 18th birthday and am getting better every day. J, if you are reading this, please burn in hell. You’re sick, disgusting, and should be rotting in jail. You didn’t get mad at me and your “apology” text just got you sitting in jail for a longer sentence. Screw you. EDIT: Thank you all for your support, I don’t think I’ll get any response at all.

(Popularity: 82) What can’t you use oil and sex toys?

I don’t know much about toys, but I wouldn’t use oil with toys that aren’t glass. Otherwise, it will destroy the toy, making it porous as a breeding ground for love dolls, breeding bacteria and all kinds of disgusting things. Also, I don’t really think one’s body would be overly comfortable with using oil internally and could lead to yeast infections or other complications.

(Popularity: 34) How to find someone who doesn’t like to fight?

Hey, avoid drama with others.In new relationships, people will often try to pretend you are, but then they are who they are evil doll by showing. See how they get along with their families, how they behave in restaurants if someone orders the wrong thing, how they behave online when people disagree with them.Are they looking for peace and agreement or do they want to create drama and dominate each other

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