Tuesday, April 05, 2005
MY Barbie was a slut
When my fascination with baby dolls waned, and my obsession with barbie dolls began, I entered an interesting new world of imagination. Barbie had jointed legs, which was a great way to pretend that she was sitting, or walking/running, or... whatever. She had an incredible wardrobe, which she kept in a little pink case with a handle, but half the time she chose to remain either half-dressed or naked, which didn't really seem to bother the other dolls too awfully much. After all she was stacked. But Barbie enjoyed "it" way too much. I had a Donnie Osmond doll that Barbie was "dating", and they "did it" with his purple socks on. However, when Donnie's microphone arm wouldn't move with the little button in his back anymore, Barbie dumped him. She kidnapped my brother's "GI Joe" and had a great time with him (in his jeep) until she was discovered and GI Joe was forced to return to "base". So, the only man left for Barbie was poor Mr. Sunshine of the Sunshine family. He was shorter than she, but that didn't matter at all, as he (almost) had all the right stuff. AND, he had a farm house complete with animals and fences. Mrs. Sunshine seemed to look the other way, and baby Sunshine never really noticed as she was always sleeping. Everything seemed to be going well with Barbie and Mr. Sunshine and their happily unfaithful life together when Palamino Barbie rode in on her wobbly-legged steed and spilled the beans to Mrs. Sunshine who booted Barbie out on her ear. (I wonder if that's what happened to her arms?) Everything then went back to normal for Mr. and Mrs. Sunshine until Mr. Sunshine rode off into the sunset with Palamino Barbie leaving Mrs. Sunshine to sleep alone with the baby. (I never really liked the Mrs. Sunshine doll because her wardrobe was completely boring.)
Now that I have done away with the barbies and have experienced my own life, I can look back on my innocent "Barbie sex" days and laugh. Fortunately, I have not led the same depraved life that my Barbies did, but it has been an interesting ride...life, I mean...When I was a kid, there weren't as many cool boy barbies as there are today, so Barbie had to be creative and take what she could get...and she did. Now, girls have an incredible choice in the male barbies, which actually have more of a "lump" than Mr. Osmond did...(that was always a disappointment. The whole Donnie Osmond obsession is a complete chapter in itself.) It's funny how parents try to "shelter" their children from the things of the world, but the children always find out, don't they. I didn't know anything about sex then, but I knew what went where and what it was supposed to be for, and of course, I knew that there were special feelings involved. It's instinct, and just as the baby dolphins in the sea will play with each other in "practice" for reproduction, human children "know".
Unfortuately, I gave up my barbie sex days when I started being abused, and that is the sad thing. What was once an innocent game, became something I didn't want to play anymore. I kept my barbies for a time after that, and still played with them, but they were only the last hurrah of my childhood, an effort to hang on as long as possible. I was still a child, and still acted the child, but I knew more than I should have known.
Yes, I stand with many of the ideals about Barbies, just in case you are clicking your tongue in disapproval, I do think that Barbie is shaped in an unnatural way, and that realistically, little girls will never grow up to look like this. I never expected to look like that either. It never crossed my mind. Barbie is a doll, nothing more. But, I gave my daughter Barbies and I would like to think that her barbie is doing the same things that mine did. I just hope that she never needs to put her barbies away prematurely. I would like her to be open minded enough to be able to have Barbie sex now, so that someday, when her own time comes, she will not think that sex is a dirty, awful thing.
Now that I have done away with the barbies and have experienced my own life, I can look back on my innocent "Barbie sex" days and laugh. Fortunately, I have not led the same depraved life that my Barbies did, but it has been an interesting ride...life, I mean...When I was a kid, there weren't as many cool boy barbies as there are today, so Barbie had to be creative and take what she could get...and she did. Now, girls have an incredible choice in the male barbies, which actually have more of a "lump" than Mr. Osmond did...(that was always a disappointment. The whole Donnie Osmond obsession is a complete chapter in itself.) It's funny how parents try to "shelter" their children from the things of the world, but the children always find out, don't they. I didn't know anything about sex then, but I knew what went where and what it was supposed to be for, and of course, I knew that there were special feelings involved. It's instinct, and just as the baby dolphins in the sea will play with each other in "practice" for reproduction, human children "know".
Unfortuately, I gave up my barbie sex days when I started being abused, and that is the sad thing. What was once an innocent game, became something I didn't want to play anymore. I kept my barbies for a time after that, and still played with them, but they were only the last hurrah of my childhood, an effort to hang on as long as possible. I was still a child, and still acted the child, but I knew more than I should have known.
Yes, I stand with many of the ideals about Barbies, just in case you are clicking your tongue in disapproval, I do think that Barbie is shaped in an unnatural way, and that realistically, little girls will never grow up to look like this. I never expected to look like that either. It never crossed my mind. Barbie is a doll, nothing more. But, I gave my daughter Barbies and I would like to think that her barbie is doing the same things that mine did. I just hope that she never needs to put her barbies away prematurely. I would like her to be open minded enough to be able to have Barbie sex now, so that someday, when her own time comes, she will not think that sex is a dirty, awful thing.
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When my barbies visited your Barbies... or vice versa... I remember orgies. We did not know what they were at the time... but now... oh my goodness. I remember that the Steve Austin doll was involved a couple of times too... but he was rejected because of the square electronic looking modules that kept popping out of his legs during "the act"... kind of a turn off. heheheehehe... childhood.... ahhhhhhhhhh. ~Suzii~
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