Brooklyn: Australian Sex Doll (And Other Oddly Specific Fantasies)

There’s a certain point in the day where your brain just… fizzles.

Like, you’re reading about an “Australian bombshell” named Brooklyn—yes, the Brooklyn, apparently—and realizing you’ve spent more time thinking about sex dolls than actual people this week. Not sure if that says more about me or the internet. Anyway.

The Party Trick No One Warned Me About

I once ended up at one of those parties. You know—the kind hosted by women who seem suspiciously enthusiastic about lingerie and battery-powered gadgets. Turns out, Brooklyn is basically the ringleader for these events, working with some big-deal sex toy company I’d never heard of but pretended to recognize (social camouflage). She gets a room full of bored housewives—some probably haven’t had an orgasm since Netflix was DVD-only—and somehow manages to get them giggling and blushing over stuff with names like “rabbit” and “wand.”

She’s not even into women, she’ll tell you that right away (with a wink). But watching her demo these things? There’s this weird electricity in the air—a mix of nerves and curiosity and maybe something else nobody wants to admit out loud.

Is It Weird That I Admire Her Technique?

Let me just say: Brooklyn is… precise. The way she uses her fingers, her tongue—she knows what she’s doing when it matters. (And yes, she prefers men; no confusion there.) She talks openly about loving cock but also confesses how much power she feels when men are watching her—like they’re hypnotized by possibility.

I remember thinking: people pay for this? To be around someone who makes being turned on look casual? It’s almost performance art at this point.

Details That Stick In Your Head

The doll itself—the actual “Brooklyn,” not the human—is honestly kind of impressive if you’re into absolute sex dolls. Five foot five (166 cm), C-cup, athletic build, blonde TPE skin… all those little details they list off like it’s a car ad instead of a synthetic person. Steel skeleton so you can pose her however you want; joints that move better than my own after sitting too long at my desk.

Measurements are oddly specific: 32-inch bust, 20-inch waist (that’s tiny?), 33-inch hips. Hole depths included for those who care—vagina and anus both 6.7 inches deep; mouth slightly less accommodating at 5.1 inches.

Not saying I measured or anything—but sometimes curiosity wins.

A Tangent About Shipping Boxes

One thing that always cracks me up: the shipping info for these things is more secretive than government documents. Discreet packaging! Absolutely unlabeled box! Free international shipping! Processing time plus delivery means three weeks before anyone starts side-eyeing your doorstep.

Somewhere out there is a warehouse filled with blank boxes containing anatomically correct blondes waiting to surprise someone’s lonely apartment.

Power Dynamics & Watching Men Masturbate (Apparently)

Back to Brooklyn-the-person for a second—she admits feeling powerful when men are aroused just by being near her. There’s something honest in that confession; most people pretend otherwise but everyone likes knowing they have an effect on someone else.

Sometimes I wonder if we’re all just playing along because we want to feel wanted—or maybe it really is as simple as enjoying the show until someone decides it’s time to finish things off.

The Unfinished Bit

I guess what sticks with me isn’t just the novelty of absolute sex dolls or their oddly detailed measurements—it’s how quickly desire gets commodified into party tricks and discreet packages shipped worldwide while everyone pretends not to notice what happens behind closed doors.

Anyway—I should probably go outside or talk to an actual person soon.