What Even Is This, Really?
Dallas. The name alone is… well, not subtle. I remember scrolling late at night (don’t judge), half-zoned out, and this “Pole Dancer Sex Doll” ad just sort of appeared between a video of a cat falling off a couch and someone making lasagna. You know how the internet works. Anyway, it’s hard to ignore something that claims to be a 5 foot 7 inch life size silicone sex doll with an athletic build and C-cup breasts. That’s specific. Uncomfortably specific.
Details They Want You To Notice
Supposedly, Dallas comes with a full silicone head and body—no weird seams or mismatched colors like you sometimes see in cheaper models (not that I’d know from experience, but people talk on forums). She weighs about 91 pounds, which is almost exactly what my cousin weighs after Thanksgiving dinner. Not light.
The numbers are everywhere: bust 34.5 inches, waist 25 inches, hips 37 inches (I had to double-check because those sound like cartoon stats). Cup size C if you care about that kind of thing; shoe size women’s 4.5-5—which makes me wonder who’s buying shoes for their sex doll? But whatever.
Her skeleton is steel with movable joints—allegedly she can pose however you want (within reason). Vaginal depth? 7.1 inches. Anal? Six inches even. If you’re reading this for practical reasons… there you go.
Shipping & The Waiting Game
Here’s where skepticism really kicks in: free international shipping but it takes up to five weeks total before she arrives at your door—assuming customs doesn’t get curious about the “completely plain and unlabeled” box sitting in their warehouse for days on end.
Discreet packaging sounds great until you realize your neighbors are probably more suspicious of big anonymous boxes than ones marked “fragile glassware.” Maybe that’s just me overthinking things again.
Something About Realism That Feels Off
They keep hammering home that Dallas is a life size silicone sex doll—170 cm tall, white skin tone, athletic build—all these details meant to convince you she’ll look “real.” In person though? I’ve seen one at a friend-of-a-friend’s apartment (weird story) and… yeah, the face was impressively lifelike but also somehow vacant? Like staring into the world’s most expensive mannequin.
Movable joints mean she can sit or stand or do whatever pole dancers do—I guess—but posing her looked awkward as heck when we tried moving her arm without accidentally twisting it backwards. There’s always this uncanny feeling when something looks almost human but not quite enough.
Maintenance Nobody Talks About
Let me tell you what nobody mentions on those glossy product pages: cleaning these things is work. Silicone doesn’t magically stay fresh forever—you need special sprays or powders or whatever else they sell as add-ons (“for hygiene!”). And lifting ninety-one pounds around your bedroom isn’t exactly effortless unless you moonlight as a powerlifter.
Honestly—I tried helping move one once and nearly threw out my back; they don’t warn anyone about that part in the ads.
Why Would Anyone Actually Buy One?
This is where I get stuck every time I think about these dolls (and yes—I think about them more often than I’d admit in public). On one hand: privacy, no drama, no small talk required; maybe some folks just want company without strings attached? On the other hand—it feels kind of sad unpacking a human-sized box alone after waiting over a month for delivery.
I guess everyone has their reasons—or maybe they just like collecting things that make guests uncomfortable during house parties.
For those exploring lifelike silicone sex dolls for the first time, the level of realism in modern craftsmanship can be genuinely surprising.
A Tangent About Those Measurements…
Quick detour here: those measurements are oddly precise but also… strange? Like who decided seven point one inches was ideal vaginal depth for a love doll? Was there research done somewhere or did someone just eyeball it during production?
It reminds me of when restaurants say their burgers are “exactly six ounces”—nobody actually checks except people like me who notice pointless details while mentally checked out at work all day.
Is It Worth It?
If what you want is an athletic love doll with big breasts made entirely from silicone—sure, Dallas delivers exactly what she promises on paper (and then some). But if you’re expecting anything close to real intimacy or easy maintenance… ehh—not so much.
People will buy what they want regardless of reviews anyway; I’m not here to judge anyone’s choices—just throwing out my two cents from the peanut gallery while half-watching reruns on mute in the background.
And now I’m wondering how many people actually read articles like this all the way through before clicking away mid-sentence because honestly—who has time anymore?
