Dispatches from Ladyblogland

We’re fangirling this week because we’ll be crossposted at Everyday Feminism and Racialicious. You like us! You really like us! (We like you, too.)

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Becoming a Sexual Subject, or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Objectifying Men

When I was thirteen years old, during the summer between eighth grade and high school, Sam Keasbey* gave me my first chaste kiss on an overturned row boat at the edge of an irrigation inlet off Howard Lake. In response, I stuck my tongue in his mouth. Read More Becoming a Sexual Subject, or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Objectifying Men

Real Dolls, “Guys and Dolls,” and Me

This past week, I was reading Arielle Loren’s piece, “Yes, There Are Men That Date Life-Size Dolls,” a look into the world of Real Dolls, their owners, and the documentary that brought them into the light. For those who may not know, Real Dolls are life-sized dolls predominantly used for sex (though not exclusively). Manufactured by Abyss Creations, the dolls are created to have the utmost “life-likeness” without actually being alive. The dolls possess a poseable PVC skeleton with steel joints, silicone flesh, hair, and now come with options for self-lubrication. There are multiple faces that can be attached to a single doll, as well as nine “classic” female bodies and 16 “classic” female faces. Recent models also come with removable inserts for the mouth, vagina, and faces, butt implants, as well as five skin tones, six eye colors, makeup, 25 wigs, and options for clothing. Did I mention the wireless animatronics that control facial expressions? Read More Real Dolls, “Guys and Dolls,” and Me

Would You Like a Stack of Old French Playboys?

[NSFW] I recently came into possession of a stack of  French Playboys from the early ’90s. They were a vestige from a former occupant casually left behind or my friend, the new renter. She took one look and ceremoniously handed me the box saying, “You have to look at these, they are incredible,” and so look I have. From Novembre 1992 to Mars 1996, I have a dazzling display of tanned breasts fanning out before my eyes. And recorded for posterity, here is the trip I took down Playboy Lane. Read More Would You Like a Stack of Old French Playboys?