I Saw A Sex Doll at the Zoo. Twice


I witnessed Lars and the Real Girl come to life. Again: This is an update to my Sex Doll at the Zoo post because... I saw the man again! Him and his latex lady love were well, enjoying a stroll near the rhinos at Brookfield Zoo in Chicago [suburbs].

I watched him wheel her wheelchair past other patrons amongst the fuzzy yellow goslings waddling in the grass. Without a care in the world. The doll was properly dressed in a loose-fitting pink floral dress and black flats for the balmy 75 degree weather. A baseball cap protected her skin from the blistering sun-- but clashed with the rest of her feminine wardrobe. I couldn't help think that was more functional rather than fashion. No one likes a melted girlfriend.


Seeing this man again was like a mirage. At first I wasn't sure it was him and then I saw the doll's eeerily smooth skin and blank expression as she was wheeled past me. They were back, enjoying a beautiful day at the zoo together.

I was surprised. But then I thought, why does this bother me so much? The man is clearly lost in his own world of fantasy. He's barely interacting with anyone -- it's the bystanders that are interacting with him, inquiring about the doll and asking indirect questions about her "use." If anything, we're the pests.

But, I couldn't shake the feeling that he wanted the attention. The focus was on him wherever he went and he didn't have to lift a finger or start up a conversation with anyone. When Madonna first started her career, she said she wanted to get everyone's attention and worked hard to achieve that. She wasn't really sure what she had to say once the attention was given -- but she knew she wanted it.

Could this man be of the same vein? He wanted attention, along with his doll companion fantasy, so he put himself in a public place with a shocking image to force others to notice him?  I realize I'm stepping into psychological grounds I don't have a degree in to expertly discuss... but it seems basic: The doll is a vehicle for him not to be ignored, but at the same time remain passive, as he himself isn't acting out.

Either way. Him and the doll are here to stay. They like the zoo and so do I. So we'll have to learn to get along together.

For backstory, here's the original post:

I was waiting for Capricorn to get back from the bathroom, headed towards the nearby giraffe-safari area. Saw man near the giraffes. Then I saw his life-sized doll in a wheelchair.

Doll's face was a little misshapen. Her mouth forming the familiar O shape of comical blow-up dolls. Sitting in a wheelchair a few feet back from the man at first (I later realized it was probably difficult to push her chair over the wood chips). He kept turning his head over one shoulder, speaking soothingly to his doll about how beautiful the baby giraffe was. Giving her a play-by-play of the giraffes' activities.

I am a pretty open-minded individual, but this startled me. A movie is one thing, but a grown man who takes his doll to the very public zoo scared and fascinated me.

Here are my first thoughts:

1. Does he know she's not real? As in, deep down, he knows she's silicone, but he's deep in the fantasy that she can hear and respond to him. That she's his companion and taking her to the zoo was something they would both enjoy. Or, is there something wrong and he hears the doll responding? My mind raced.

2. Does he want the attention?
At this point there were a group of middle-aged women standing off to the side, whispering in hushed tones and looking first at the man, then at the doll. Did the man want to be provocative, or is that not the point of taking the doll in public?

3. Am I supposed to feel scared or sad? My first reaction was sadness. Whether it right or wrong to judge another's sexual preferences (or to jump to the conclusion that this was indicative of a sexual preference), I felt bad for the guy. He seemed docile. He was speaking lovely over his shoulder to the doll, remarking how cute the giraffes were -- I didn't think he was scary or a bad guy. I felt that he might be a lonely man, who somehow decided that obtaining a life-sized doll was the best route for companionship.

The women left. Before I could think further, a voice stopped my thoughts. The man, who I could see out of the corner of my eye as we both leaned against the wooden railing of the giraffe exhibit said, "You have pretty hair."


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