tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post1558817555479096371..comments2023-10-02T12:05:12.906-04:00Comments on Gwen Alison Wonderland: Some Day My Non-Raping Ken Will ComeGwenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11098013076632075762noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-46193101710306086562009-07-09T16:35:12.002-04:002009-07-09T16:35:12.002-04:00So, I wasn't the only one making my barbies fu...So, I wasn't the only one making my barbies fuck? Cool. <br /><br />Don't think you're weird all the time. There are a million people out there who identify with everything about you.Blueshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14014949557018388159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-9628043737919328822009-06-29T11:40:38.616-04:002009-06-29T11:40:38.616-04:00There is a post in my reader that has disappeared ...There is a post in my reader that has disappeared on your blog. I don't know why you took it down (maybe you felt you shouldn't justify mean-spirited comments with a response), but it was extraordinarily good. Really. And I couldn't agree with you more.Gypsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14327359141716141220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-90039989557178467942009-06-29T11:21:22.875-04:002009-06-29T11:21:22.875-04:00Gwen, you are totally fucked up. Completely, horr...Gwen, you are totally fucked up. Completely, horribly fucked up. But not because your Ken is a rapist. It's because you've convinced yourself that Ken The Rapist is fucked up, and you must be fucked up as a consequence. <br /><br />Your actions aren't what make you fucked up: it's how you feel you're being judged for them. <br /><br />And, I love that about you.Rassleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12370070146085209687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-10864461958248146642009-06-29T10:03:18.031-04:002009-06-29T10:03:18.031-04:00I have it on good evidence that you're BEAUTIF...I have it on good evidence that you're BEAUTIFUL. I think I played with my barbies well into 5th or 6th grade. My peers would probably have made fun of me, but by 6th grade, my barbies were humping each other like fiends, and it was far from innocent. My parents never knew, I'm sure. They'd have been horrified by my dirty mind.<br /><br />Also, I never wanted to be a princess. I wanted to be, in order: A jockey, a cowgirl, or an indian.<br /><br />I never thought about the bible as a reference point for raping, pillaging, and harems. My barbies were always harem sex toys.<br /><br />Yeesh.<br /><br />Now I have to go away and think about that.troublehttp://secretsicantkeep.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-89299223600131544912009-06-28T11:33:13.884-04:002009-06-28T11:33:13.884-04:00I didn't get to have a male barbie forever bec...I didn't get to have a male barbie forever because my mother was very odd about me having one. so for awhile, my barbie's were all about "girls gone wild" until I received a sunshine family set. Then all bets were off with the shorter dude with all the tall chicks. it kinda made me dislike shorter than me dudes to tell you the truth.<br /><br />anyway, my husband is an appraiser as well.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-75574880395057789722009-06-26T09:23:49.399-04:002009-06-26T09:23:49.399-04:00Mongolian Girl - Yay! It feels good to have an ap...Mongolian Girl - Yay! It feels good to have an appropriate instinct even if I didn't act on it. Now I know that and will be sure to encourage Liv to express her fears and thoughts through doll play.<br /><br />Geo - I liked pretend games, too. A lot of my play was quite innocent. The older I got the more dark the nature of my play became, which sort of makes sense considering the growing fears I had about my approaching adolescence. Barbies never made me feel bad about my body, weirdly enough. Considering my personality, that surprises me. I agree that the Barbies I had were fuller - bigger breasts and hips than the Barbies my daughter has. I guess the shapes of the Barbies reflects the beauty standard in the current culture? I don't know. Small breasted, small hipped women seem to get a lot of fucking attention. Which is kind of something I don't completely understand.Gwenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11098013076632075762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-87191929565320377212009-06-26T02:54:36.523-04:002009-06-26T02:54:36.523-04:00I always used to put down my barbies in favor of p...I always used to put down my barbies in favor of pretend games. like Cats or Nail Salon or something. I did have them, and went through a definite doll phase. But I don't think my body image was ever effected by the barbies, because the barbies that played with were of a body type that was no longer popular when I got old enough to worry about my body. Does that make sense? You can see them now - barbies are different. They have belly buttons and long torsos and smaller boobs and hips whereas before they were like triangular hourglasses with no torso at all.Georgiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12206678608822837976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-48904851863899852032009-06-26T00:42:47.798-04:002009-06-26T00:42:47.798-04:00One thing I learned a lot about when I was a foste...One thing I learned a lot about when I was a foster parent was how important dolls are to helping kids explain things they know and experience. Your idea about the girls in that camp using the dolls to act things out was right on track.Mongolian Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18277544884313115003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-66895050381798860522009-06-25T16:32:10.758-04:002009-06-25T16:32:10.758-04:00Sci Fi Dad - I'm sure you're right about g...Sci Fi Dad - I'm sure you're right about girls and the sexualized play with their dolls. That is undoubtedly normal. I guess my raping/fucking Kens were just an extreme on a normal behavior. Which is not that surprising considering it's me.<br /><br />Rassles - so am I fucked up or not? I want to know!<br /><br />Zen Mom - beautifully put and really what I was trying to say here in my own fumbling, drawn out way.<br /><br />Lora - a girl's got to pay for her pink corvette somehow, right? <br /><br />Erin - My Barbies probably had mountain adventures too, they just would end up getting raped or fucked on the hike.<br /><br />Cheek of God - Thanks for the compliment. Especially as I've felt my writing has been in the toilet lately. You are right about imagined consequences being able to teach us. That makes complete sense and possibly that type of play prevented me from engaging in behaviors that would have hurt me emotionally or physically.<br /><br />Gypsy - Ummm....me too. I thought I was the only one who fantasized like that. Those men in those books...what I wouldn't do to be raped by one of them. But, of course, with his aim being to get me to accept the thing I do not think I want but actually do. That was the way those stories played out always. She resisted, he insisted, she cried, then she started to dig it, came, and thanked him after. Right? We're we reading the same books? <br /><br />Pos - I emailed you privately<br /><br />Domestic Goddess - Definitely not. They were whores, obviously.Gwenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11098013076632075762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-6901547338483869532009-06-25T15:03:50.776-04:002009-06-25T15:03:50.776-04:00I'm just glad I'm not the only one who mad...I'm just glad I'm not the only one who made my Barbies fuck.Domestic Goddesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05034924702019610611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-39851953408944539272009-06-25T10:56:22.074-04:002009-06-25T10:56:22.074-04:00"I'm not nor ever will be a princess or p..."I'm not nor ever will be a princess or pretty in any way"<br /><br />you say things like this, and then you talk about how beautiful your sister is. And in all the pictures you have posted of the two of you, I can't really tell you two apart.<br /><br />You're blond and she's brunette. Right? Other than that, you look very, very similar.<br /><br />Do with that what you will.Posol'stvo the Medvedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00573435137467134333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-58023047429230149912009-06-25T10:46:31.365-04:002009-06-25T10:46:31.365-04:00You must, MUST! read The Boys of My Youth. There&#...You must, MUST! read The Boys of My Youth. There's a great part in there about her Barbies having cocktails with Ken. It's wonderful. <br /><br />In my youth (and, honestly, today), almost all of my sexual fantasies included coercion bordering on force. That desire to relinquish control was bolstered by my mother's 70s historical bodice rippers, which I devoured. They almost had to include elements of force because, according to the mores of the day, good girls (heroines) couldn't possibly give up their maidenheads willingly. They must be cajoled, pressured, overwhelmed, swept away.Gypsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14327359141716141220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-8709714195650571852009-06-25T03:24:43.801-04:002009-06-25T03:24:43.801-04:00Gorgeous writing, Gwen.
I think, in some ways, w...Gorgeous writing, Gwen. <br /><br />I think, in some ways, we are spared some of life's harshest experiences because we are able to imagine them. Does that make sense? We learn about consequences when we engage our imaginations. Sometimes. Other times, we create fantasy worlds where nothing goes wrong and everything is normal, even though it's so tragically NOT normal. <br /><br />Interesting to think about . . .Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-42866986387621836182009-06-24T22:37:26.519-04:002009-06-24T22:37:26.519-04:00I don't think I knew about rape when I got a B...I don't think I knew about rape when I got a Barbie. I just made my Barbies have mountain adventures. It sucked because of their pointy feet. <br /><br />Also deeply enjoying Rassles' transition from not fucked up, necessarily to "seriously fucked up!"Erin Albertyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01239492631120136112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-33593998192022917182009-06-24T09:22:46.253-04:002009-06-24T09:22:46.253-04:00my Barbies were prostitutes too.
It's how the...my Barbies were prostitutes too.<br /><br />It's how they afforded the stuff without the man.<br /><br />I never even thought that was weird until right now.Lorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11721629115039897949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-65463557840606128702009-06-24T01:39:26.333-04:002009-06-24T01:39:26.333-04:00Some of us have to survive some of Fucked Up Barbi...Some of us have to survive some of Fucked Up Barbie's craptastic experiences for ourselves.<br /><br />The dangerous part is that, unlike those hard plastic bodies, our soft parts bleed. Sometimes more than we realize. <br /><br />But surviving is not the hard part. The real trick is to learn from the scars. To love them. To decide that you are more than just a broken toy.OneZenMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00764231117789511983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-75701326875927362832009-06-23T23:08:53.977-04:002009-06-23T23:08:53.977-04:00I'm blown away by Raping Ken. Ken the rapist?...I'm blown away by Raping Ken. Ken the rapist? That is awesome. And seriously fucked up. I wish you didn't have this horrible self-image. It's like you reinforced it young, and now it's a continuation of then. It makes me sad, and it makes me want to save you. I don't want you to think you're fucked up.Rassleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12370070146085209687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-86750718452484266402009-06-23T23:04:16.551-04:002009-06-23T23:04:16.551-04:00I don't think that's fucked up, necessari...I don't think that's fucked up, necessarily. I always wanted to pretend I was saving someone. Everyone was my damsel in distress: my sisters, boys and girls in the neighborhood. My dog was a trusty sidekick, and I was the fucking hero, and I wanted everyone to love me and acknowledge that yes, I was special, and I made them better people. <br /><br />I wasn't a doll girl, but I did like to play dress up. More costume, really. Superhero, jockey, fortune teller. Kelly Kapowski. A cowgirl. And I would build things, and create horrible tasting concoctions in the kitchen and try to get people to drink them. Or I'd just ride my bike and wander around. And I sang all the time, like my life was a musical. And I fantasized about finding a boy who would love me instantly, even though I didn't do all the things other girls did, and I wasn't girly or sporty, but I was different from the rest of them. <br /><br />So really, not much has changed.Rassleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12370070146085209687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7198245786384714430.post-72667749584564906642009-06-23T22:17:13.858-04:002009-06-23T22:17:13.858-04:00I don't know how many girls' Barbie storie...I don't know how many girls' Barbie stories played out with rapists and hoes and pimps, but I know most if not all had some degree of sexualization. It's almost unavoidable between the body image she portrays and the clothing available.SciFi Dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10479890087443823197noreply@blogger.com