technology

I read a review about a full body sex doll that completely changed my perspective on them. I have always been curious, just not curious enough to spend some serious cash on one and it's not the type of thing I'd ever get used (there are supposedly rentals you can get.. gross). Sure, it's great "in the moment" but it's the times that isn't sexy time that get a bit creepy. Like you are moving around a dead-weight human shaped doll that you occasionally take out and fuck. There was a guy that talked about wrapping one up in a blanket and stuffing it in the back of his closet that couldn't get over the visual that it's like storing a dead body and it was a huge turn-off. I can totally see that.

Edit: If anyone's interested, this is the post

I'm all for incels getting sexbots if it stops them from doing rampage shootings and harassing women online, is this a hot take?

I'm just thinking of all the gooners who fail to do basic maintenance and cleaning of their sex toys.

Make all of them into dog girls and dog guys. Uncanny valley will disappear.

Stop trying to make them realistic. It will be 20-30 years of shit before reaching something that isn't. We've been through this with videogames already, just make something that looks good that doesn't try to be real.

Thomas Ligotti:

Uncharacters
In many horror stories there is an assortment of figures that appear as walk- ons or extras whose purpose is to lend their spooky presence to a narrative for atmosphere alone, while the real bogey is something else altogether. Puppets, dolls, and other caricatures of the human often make cameo appearances as shapes sagging in the corner of a child’s bedroom or lolling on the shelves of a toy store. There are also dismembered limbs and decapitated heads of manikins that have been relegated to spare parts strewn about an old warehouse where such things are stored or sent to die. As backdrops or bit-players, imitations of the human form have a symbolic value because they seem connected to another world, one that is all harm and disorder— the kind of place we sometimes fear is the model for our own home ground, which we must believe is passably sound and secure, or at least not an environment where we might mistake a counterfeit person for the real thing. But in fiction, as in life, mistakes are sometimes made. When they are, one of those humanoid replicas may advance to the center of a story’s action.

In E. T. A. Hoffmann’s “The Sandman,” for instance, the protagonist Nathanael discovers that the too perfect girl to whom he has proposed marriage is really just an automaton. This shakes him up so greatly that he is committed to an asylum until he recovers his senses. The incident with Nathanael’s mechanical fiancée, a thing of parts who is the creation of two mysterious characters in the story, also shakes up others who are in love with dream girls. As Hoffmann’s story goes, “Many lovers, to be quite convinced that they were not enamored of wooden dolls, would request their mistresses to sing and dance a little out of time, to embroider and knit, and play with their lapdogs, while listening to reading, etc., and, above all, not merely to listen, but also sometimes to talk in such a manner as presupposed actual thought and feeling.” Toward the end of “The Sandman,” Nathanael’s madness returns, and he leaps to his death from a steeple after screaming “Turn and turn about, little doll.”

There are many abominable fates in horror stories, and among them is that of Nathanael. Worse still is when a human being becomes objectified as a puppet, a doll, or some other caricature of our species and enters a world that he or she thought was just a creepy little place inside of ours. What a jolt to find oneself a prisoner in this sinister sphere, reduced to a composite mechanism looking out on the land of the human, or one which we believe to be human by any definition of the word, and to be exiled from it. Just as we know that dreams are merely reflections of what happens in our lives, we are also quite sure that puppets, dolls, and other caricatures of our species are only reflections of ourselves. In a sane world, no correspondence could exist between those artificial anatomies and our natural flesh. That would be too strange and awful, for things to become confused in such a way. More strange and awful, of course, would be to find this a living confusion—life as the dream of a puppet.

I found a YouTube link in your post. Here are links to the same video on alternative frontends that protect your privacy:

• yewtu.be
• inv.nadeko.net
• yt.artemislena.eu
• piped.video