Polly: Sex Doll Torso (A Weirdly Honest Ramble)

I don’t even know why I’m writing this.

Maybe it’s boredom, maybe it’s the fact that I spent too much time staring at my phone last night and now my brain is fried. Or possibly because nobody talks about these things in a way that doesn’t sound like they’re either selling you something or apologizing for existing. Anyway, here goes: let’s talk about Polly—the full silicone sex doll torso from Absolute Sex Dolls.

The Shape of Things (To Come?)

You see her stats before anything else. Height—3 feet 7 inches (110 cm). Weight—60 lbs (27 kg). That sounds… manageable? Not quite throw-over-your-shoulder light, but not “call a friend to help move” heavy either. She’s got proportions that would make Barbie look like she needs to hit the gym: bust at 36.8 inches, under bust at 27.4, waist just 25 inches, hips nearly 40. E cup size, if you care about those letters more than I do.

The funny thing is how real skin texture actually feels when you’re not expecting it. Silicone has this weird way of being both soft and sort of cold, until it isn’t anymore. It’s not exactly like skin—in fact, it’s sometimes better than actual skin after a long day when you want zero conversation and maximum… well.

Joints That Actually Move

Let me just say: posable joints are underrated until you have to deal with limbs flopping around like overcooked noodles. Polly comes with an EVO skeleton, which means the joints actually hold a pose instead of collapsing in on themselves like existential dread during tax season.

There was one evening—I remember thinking “let’s see if this thing can sit up on its own.” And yeah, she did. Kind of eerie at first; there’s something unsettling about a torso holding itself upright on your bed while you brush your teeth across the room.

All The Options (And Then Some)

Here’s where things get technical: vaginal depth is 6.7 inches; anal is 6.6; oral clocks in at 5.1 inches deep—which is honestly more information than most people know about their own bodies or partners’. But hey—it matters if you’re ordering online and don’t want any surprises.

It took me longer than I’d admit to figure out how all three work without feeling like some sort of mad scientist piecing together forbidden knowledge from Reddit threads and product Q&As buried six layers deep in search results for “blonde silicone torso.”

Shipping: A Waiting Game With Plain Boxes

Absolute Sex Dolls promises free international shipping (which sounded fake but wasn’t), discreet packaging—no logos or awkward branding plastered across the box so your neighbor won’t think twice unless they’re really nosy—and an estimated delivery window that stretches anywhere from three to four weeks total.

I kept checking tracking updates like someone waiting for exam results they already know are bad news anyway.

Odd Realizations You Don’t Expect

This part gets weird—I mean weirder—because after a while you stop noticing the novelty and start noticing little details instead: how easy it is to clean compared to what Google horror stories suggest; how surprisingly heavy sixty pounds can feel when maneuvering around tight spaces; how quickly silicone warms up if you use enough patience (or hot water).

Sometimes I’d catch myself wondering who designed the measurements—a committee? One guy with strong opinions? There’s no answer printed anywhere obvious.

Not Quite What You Think

Maybe this isn’t what people expect reading about a sex doll torso online—they probably want bullet points or reassurance or some grand conclusion wrapped neatly with a bow labeled “worth it.” That isn’t happening here.

Instead there are moments where Polly sits propped against the wall looking oddly judgmental next to laundry piles and half-read books—and somehow becomes just another strange detail in an apartment full of them.

Anyway—I guess that covers most of what anyone might need if they’re considering diving into the world of silicone torsos from Absolute Sex Dolls or whatever other brand catches their eye late one night when insomnia wins again.

Still haven’t figured out where to store her shoes though—not that she has feet—but habits die hard, huh?