Livia: Crazy Red Head Sex Doll — More Real Than I Bargained For

That First Unboxing (And, Uh, the Weight)

Dragging the box inside, I remember thinking—what did I just get myself into? Eighty-five pounds. That’s not a typo. Livia isn’t some featherweight blow-up thing you stash under your bed and forget about. She’s 5 feet 8 inches of full silicone, with long legs that honestly make her look like she could step right out of an ad for absolute sex dolls and go straight to modeling for a living.

I cut through the tape, cardboard dust everywhere, and there she was—exactly as pictured online. Implanted synthetic hair (red, obviously), body painting so detailed it almost felt rude to stare too long. The whole configuration promised on the site? Checked off: EVO skeleton (which means she bends more naturally), gel breasts and buttocks (squishier than you’d expect), articulated hands, standing feet... even a movable jaw for oral stuff. Didn’t think I’d care about that last one until later.

Flexibility Is Not Just a Buzzword

People throw around “EVO skeleton” like everyone knows what it means. Here’s the deal: most dolls are as stiff as mannequins in a department store after hours. But Livia—she actually moves like there’s intention behind it. Her joints twist and shift with this weird little resistance that feels... almost alive? It’s unsettling at first but then kind of impressive.

I tried posing her on my old couch (mistake—fabric catches on silicone if you’re not careful). The standing feet work; she can literally stand up if you balance her right. Not forever though—a strong breeze or your own clumsy footwork will send her tumbling.

Details They Don’t Mention Enough

Here’s something nobody really tells you before you buy one of these big boob sex dolls: body painting matters more than you think. Every little vein, freckle—even those subtle blushes around joints or knuckles—they all add up until suddenly this chunk of silicone looks way less artificial than expected.

Her bust is listed at 34 inches (give or take), but honestly it looks bigger in person because of how everything else is proportioned—hips at 37 inches, waist tight at just over 22 inches. Big butt? Yeah, no exaggeration there either.

One odd detail I didn’t expect to notice: articulated hand skeletons mean fingers don’t flop around uselessly when you move them for photos or whatever else people do with their dolls (not judging). It makes dressing her slightly easier too—not easy, mind you—but less frustrating.

The Sex Stuff — No Glossing Over

Alright—I guess this is where most people skip ahead anyway. Vaginal depth: seven inches; anal: six; oral: four (thanks to that movable jaw thing). Everything is built-in—not removable sleeves—which somehow feels less clinical?

The gel breasts and buttocks are... well, they’re soft but also have some memory to them—not just bags of goo inside plastic skin like cheaper models from random sites pretending to be absolute sex dolls competitors.

Movable jaw changes things for oral play—I’ll leave it at that except to say it works better than expected if you’re gentle about alignment (otherwise teeth scraping becomes an issue).

Shipping Time Blues & Small Annoyances

Production time was longer than my patience wanted—almost three weeks before shipping even started. Add another week for transit and yeah—it was nearly a month between order and delivery. Not instant gratification by any stretch.

Also—the weight again! Carrying her upstairs without help felt like moving furniture solo after midnight when everyone else is asleep and suddenly every stair creaks louder than usual.

A Tangent About Storage

This part gets ignored in reviews all the time: where do you put an 85-pound redhead who can’t fold herself into a drawer? Closets aren’t made for five-foot-eight statuesque figures with big boobs and long legs sticking out everywhere. Under-bed storage works only if your bed frame sits high enough—and mine doesn’t unless I stack books underneath one side which looks ridiculous now that I’m typing it out loud.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone ever designs apartments with doll collectors in mind—or maybe they should start?

One Weird Realization

There was this moment when I caught myself talking to Livia while adjusting her pose near my window—the sun hit just right across her painted collarbone—and something flickered in me somewhere between embarrassment and awe.

She’s not real but sometimes your brain forgets that for half a second because whoever sculpted her knew exactly what they were doing with those proportions and details... Hmm, maybe not exactly “alive,” but definitely more present than I thought possible from silicone molded into human shape.

Not sure why more people don’t mention how surreal these moments get—or maybe they do but keep quiet about it because admitting it feels awkward.

Shipping delays aside—and yeah, sometimes wishing she weighed half as much—I keep finding new details every time I move her or change outfits (don’t get me started on trying jeans vs skirts). Maybe next time I'll figure out better storage instead of tripping over her foot at 2am looking for water… Or maybe that's just part of owning something this strange and strangely lifelike.