The New New
Where Do Our Sex Dolls Go After We Die?
Companions in life, sex dolls can become embarrassing detritus when we die
“Davecat,” a 46-year-old data entry specialist, lives alone in his 600-square-foot apartment outside Detroit, Michigan, but he’s by no means lonely. He has his “wife” of 18 years: Sidore, a RealDoll he lovingly calls his “Missus.” Blood doesn’t flow through her veins, and she can’t eat the eel sushi Davecat purchases them for dinner, but you wouldn’t know it by the way Davecat jokes with her, touches her milky-white shoulder, and plays with her shoulder-length purple hair.
“I’ve always thought of human-shaped things… things like mannequins and, in particular, dolls, as having lives of their own,” Davecat told me via Skype, with Sidore beside him. “I believe they have their own ‘soul.’ I view them as people.”
For someone who may live in a fantasy, Davecat is exceptionally self-aware. (Like other sex-doll owners I spoke with, he requested I use his online identity to preserve anonymity.) He cracks jokes from Sidore’s Twitter account about being a “Synthetik,” describing her grabbing a glass of water in the middle of the night only to realize she can’t drink. He’s also acutely mindful of the fact that he, unlike Sidore, is going to die one day, which is why he’s…
