In Love with a Rubber Sex Doll

It is after 7:00 p.m. ─ I have no time for my usual post. My younger brother retained consciousness the entirety of last evening after he was home from wherever he had been drinking, so I was up until just after 1:00 a.m.

One of the shows we watched via our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box was the final episode of season three of Wynonna Earp. I see at that Wikipedia write-up that financing has materialized for season four to begin filming later this year.

My wife had come home around 11:00 p.m. following her long day working at her friend's Thai restaurant. We never spoke apart from an initial exchange of greetings, and she retired less than half an hour before I did.

Since I did not get to bed early, it cost me. I was too tired ─ and maybe a little hungover from the two cans of strong (8% alcohol) beer that I drank last evening ─ to be able to rise during the night like I generally do in order to work on the day's content assignment for whatever post I may have in development at one of my six hosted websites. 

I did not in fact finally rise until a little after 8:00 a.m.

I did not expect to find that the Britain / U.S. FIFA Women's World Cup Semi-finals match had played yesterday ─ I am positive that it had been scheduled to play today, along with the other match between Sweden and the Netherlands.

I hadn't even heard any news or sports reports about the match over the course of yesterday, so I don't understand how it could have happened without me knowing of it.

Even my brother was surprised to learn of this development when he rose and I alerted him.

At least we watched that latter match. The Netherlands won, so I hope they will indeed prove to have been the better team when they have the Final game against the States in a few days.

Anyway, due to my late start on that website content assignment, I was unable to finally finish the task until very early this evening. It had priority over this blog post.

Also, I had to cut in half my usual exercising with my 43½-pound dumbbell, for the energies that would have gone into the first session of exercising went instead into a six-minute plank during the late noon-hour.

I only needed to perform a 5½-minute plank, but since I was not going to be having that session of exercising with the dumbbell, I decided to increase the challenge.

Hey, I'm blogging too much ─ I have to bring this post to a close, for I still want to have a bath and shave my head.

All else I will mention is that when my wife left for her drive to work shortly after 10:30 a.m. (she has an 11:00 a.m. start), she said she was only working a half day today, so I was expecting her back in the afternoon.

That didn't occur.

I am going to close with the following ─ it comprised an E-mail I sent out last night to folks in my address book.

I headed it Beyond Bizarre:

WARNING: You may prefer to pass this one up ─ it's pretty darned warped. 

This is a 2½-minute profile of three Japanese men who have moved on from the women in their lives to silicon sex dolls that the men claim to be in love with. 

Two of the men are apparently married ─ obviously, not very happily. 

Supposedly there are other men out there with the same powerful attachment. 

Note: some of the video includes IMAGES that ARE OF A MILD SEXUAL NATURE. 

• Japan men find true love with sex dolls

What boggles me is how the three men in the video became willing to be profiled like this for the whole world to become aware of them ─ even their identities are revealed. Imagine how their families must feel about the exposure! 

These dolls aren't like the almost-human robots we might see in some science fiction movie ─ these are just unmoving and silent life-sized dolls. 

The video is from this pictorial / article at AFP.com: Up close and personal with rubber sex dolls in Japan.

I sent the video to well over 30 people, and got the following three responses.

Glenda (U.S. woman in her 60s): It is very disturbing that they actually look like young, pubescent girls.

George (former co-worker of mine in his early 60s, avowedly bi-sexual): Man!!!!! I have heard everything now. And they are talking about doll who can orgasm!!!!

This is too much for my delicate ears, eyes.

Give me a good well put together warm hard man !

Elena (Russian woman ─ perhaps in her 50s ─ living in the U.S.): Oh!

It’s a really bad ... some men can’t find or can’t normally communicate with alive women ...  Pity ...

That's it for today.