Naomy: Jazz Singer Sex Doll – A Tired Blogger’s Cautious Dive

There’s a certain point in your week, or maybe month (depends who you ask), where curiosity and fatigue sort of blur together.

That’s probably why I ended up spending a bit too much time looking at the Naomy: Jazz Singer Sex Doll from Absolute Sex Dolls. Not exactly where I thought my Thursday night would go, but here we are.

Details That Got Stuck in My Brain

Naomy isn’t your run-of-the-mill sex doll. She stands tall—like, actually tall—at 5 feet 6 inches (167 cm). Honestly, that was the first thing that caught me off guard. Most dolls out there seem… smaller? Or maybe that’s just a weird bias from scrolling through endless product pages. Either way, her height makes her feel more like someone you’d notice walking into a room (if she could walk).

She’s got this hybrid build—steel skeleton with movable joints—which means posing isn’t some awkward fight with limp limbs. The specs say she weighs about 74 lbs (33.6 kg), which is hefty enough to feel real but not so heavy you’ll throw out your back moving her around.

Her proportions are… well, let’s see: bust is 30 inches, under bust 23.6 inches, waist 21.6 inches, hips 33 inches—a classic C-cup look if that matters to you (it probably does). Shoe size? Women’s 6-6.5, which feels oddly specific until you’re trying to buy shoes for a silicone jazz singer.

Is It Weird How Realistic This Feels?

Maybe it’s the details—or just the fact that she looks like she could step up to a mic and belt out a tune—but Naomy has this presence that’s hard to ignore. The skin tone is deep and smooth; honestly, it stands out among other black sex dolls I’ve seen online (and yeah… there are more than you’d expect).

I remember thinking how odd it felt comparing “hole depths” on product listings: Vagina is 6.7 inches deep; anus is barely less at 6.6; mouth is shorter at 5.1 inches—I guess these numbers matter if you care about realism or function or whatever else brings people to these sites late at night.

Shipping Stuff Nobody Talks About

Shipping always freaks me out with things like this—what if someone sees the box? But apparently Absolute Sex Dolls ships Naomy in totally plain packaging (no logos or awkward labels). There’s something quietly reassuring about knowing your neighbors won’t be raising eyebrows when the delivery truck pulls up.

Processing takes two or three weeks because each doll gets made-to-order; add another week for shipping and suddenly you’re looking at almost a month before Naomy shows up on your doorstep. It tests your patience but also builds this weird anticipation—like waiting for concert tickets except… not quite.

Unexpected Tangent: Why Jazz Singer?

Here’s where my brain wandered off for half an hour: why call her a jazz singer? Does it make her more approachable? More mysterious? Maybe it's just marketing fluff—or maybe someone behind Absolute Sex Dolls has an old Billie Holiday record spinning somewhere in their head while they design these things.

Anyway, giving her an identity makes the whole experience feel less robotic and more playful somehow—not sure if that matters to everyone but it did stick with me longer than expected.

Living With Silicone Legs & Steel Joints

Moving Naomy around isn’t effortless but it also doesn’t require superhuman strength—the steel skeleton helps keep everything solid without feeling rigid or unnatural when posing her legs or arms (posing gets addictive after awhile; didn’t see that coming).

Silicone feels different from TPE dolls I’ve tried before—it warms up faster against skin and holds its shape better over time, especially around high-stress spots like elbows or knees.

One tiny gripe: sometimes joints can get stiff after sitting too long in one pose—but then again, humans do too if we’re honest about it.

Little Realization While Writing This

It hit me halfway through jotting all this down—I think what keeps drawing people back to dolls like Naomy isn’t just sex appeal or function (though those matter); it’s the mix of personality and subtle detail—the way something synthetic can still spark imagination.

Not sure what conclusion I’m supposed to land on here—and maybe there isn’t one yet—but having spent some time with Naomy as both idea and object… well—it left me thinking more than I expected.

And now my coffee's cold again.