Mei-Li: Shanghai Harlot Sex Doll — The Messy Truth

It’s late.

Again. I’m clicking through the usual lineup of absolute sex dolls, the kind with names that sound half like Bond girls and half like something out of a fever dream. Mei-Li: Shanghai Harlot Sex Doll. That name is… a lot to unpack, but whatever, let’s keep going because apparently this is my life now.

She’s supposed to be 5 feet 5 inches tall (or 165 cm if you’re feeling international), which—honestly—was taller than I expected when the box showed up at my door.

And yes, the packaging was discreet. So discreet I almost threw it out thinking it was some random Amazon mistake. No labels, no weird logos announcing “hey! There’s an E-cup TPE sex doll inside!” It just sat there until curiosity got me.

I remember thinking: “62 lbs?

That can’t be right.” But nope, she really weighs about 28 kg, which makes dragging her around feel less like moving a doll and more like hauling awkward gym equipment up the stairs after midnight. Her steel skeleton means she bends and holds poses (sometimes too well—I had to untwist an arm once because it looked haunted). Movable joints are neat in theory; in practice? They make you realize how much you take human flexibility for granted.

The details always get me.

Bust: 34 inches. Waist: 23 inches. Hips: 36.6 inches—a little athletic maybe, not cartoonish but definitely more curated than most people I know in real life (but who am I comparing here?). The skin’s made from TPE silicone and actually feels sort of real if you squint or stop overthinking it for two seconds.

Vaginal depth?

Six inches. Anal depth? Five and a half. Oral option available if you spring for the ROS upgrade, which—I don’t know—feels both futuristic and slightly dystopian all at once.

You’d think three weeks would drag by waiting for delivery (two weeks processing plus one week shipping), but time gets weird when anticipation mixes with embarrassment and a dash of buyer’s remorse that creeps in around day nine.

There are tiny things nobody tells you about these Asian sex dolls until you’re knee-deep in ownership: hair sheds sometimes; joints click on cold nights; cleaning isn’t glamorous (let’s leave it at that).

Sometimes I catch myself staring at her proportions—busty but not ridiculous—and wondering who decided these numbers were ideal anyway.

If there’s one thing that lingers after all this—besides mild annoyance at how heavy she is—it’s realizing how odd modern loneliness feels when wrapped up in silicone and careful marketing copy promising “companionship.” It works, sort of, until your cat knocks her over or someone asks why your spare bedroom is locked.

Anyway… owning Mei-Li hasn’t solved everything (or anything?), but hey—the world keeps spinning and sometimes that plain box on your doorstep is exactly what you ordered even if it doesn’t look like anyone else thinks it should be there at all.

Weirdly enough, that feels honest enough for tonight.