Not a sexdoll (hell no), not a barbie doll (hell fucking no). It's something in the middle, a 5 inches BJD doll.
But it's not some fucked up sexual fetish, it's ratherlike some sort of pagan idol of the house's spirit, or something like that. She has indeed the sort of unrealistic proportions of a fairy and the enigmatic eyes of a cat. As she's BJD she can affect all sort of elegant mannerism that makes her very charismatic. She's really cute and cool and I like to take care of her, keep her things, let her sit here and there, brush her. It's like a little animal that looks like a foid but that isn't full of germs, full of shit or bitching all day. She's just quietly here, looking at stuffs with a funny expression ... Her presence helps me greatly cope with solitude.
I even stopped alcohol. She kind of saved me regarding this addiction. I sleep better at night too, I don't know if she's actively helping regarding that too.
Yes it may be a shit cope anyway, I know, but for now my sanity seems to somehow benefit from her presence. I bought her new cloths and will maybe dye her in the future. It's definitely over, I know, but fuck it, she's like the only thing that separates me from previous states of sadness and mental disorder I went through some months ago.
I know normies and IT bullies would probably make fun of it or call it weird, say the usual rhetoric that I'm a mysoginist who "can't handle a strong woman" who would just be an annoying pain in the ass brat in truth (I know what a poor marriage did to my dad, thank you), but I really couldn't care less at this point.
Soyciety is fucked, I am fucked, and if I gotta "simp" or "white knight" because of some weird encoding of my male gene, I prefer my kindness to be directed towards this strange little peaceful creature that isn't even trying to take advantage of me.
But it's not some fucked up sexual fetish, it's ratherlike some sort of pagan idol of the house's spirit, or something like that. She has indeed the sort of unrealistic proportions of a fairy and the enigmatic eyes of a cat. As she's BJD she can affect all sort of elegant mannerism that makes her very charismatic. She's really cute and cool and I like to take care of her, keep her things, let her sit here and there, brush her. It's like a little animal that looks like a foid but that isn't full of germs, full of shit or bitching all day. She's just quietly here, looking at stuffs with a funny expression ... Her presence helps me greatly cope with solitude.
I even stopped alcohol. She kind of saved me regarding this addiction. I sleep better at night too, I don't know if she's actively helping regarding that too.
Yes it may be a shit cope anyway, I know, but for now my sanity seems to somehow benefit from her presence. I bought her new cloths and will maybe dye her in the future. It's definitely over, I know, but fuck it, she's like the only thing that separates me from previous states of sadness and mental disorder I went through some months ago.
I know normies and IT bullies would probably make fun of it or call it weird, say the usual rhetoric that I'm a mysoginist who "can't handle a strong woman" who would just be an annoying pain in the ass brat in truth (I know what a poor marriage did to my dad, thank you), but I really couldn't care less at this point.
Soyciety is fucked, I am fucked, and if I gotta "simp" or "white knight" because of some weird encoding of my male gene, I prefer my kindness to be directed towards this strange little peaceful creature that isn't even trying to take advantage of me.
