Sunday, November 3, 2013

My Girlfriends

My girlfriends aren’t real, but they’re no less dear to me.  Well, define real, right?  I mean, they’re real to me, and anyone who sees my playful interaction with Jade and the others would have no doubt about the seriousness of the relationship.  I just know that some people object to the close bond I've formed with these fashion dolls.  Who’s to judge what is real and meaningful?  If these gals are meeting my emotional needs and if I’m satisfied sexually (more so the latter), then what does it matter that my girlfriends are made of plastic?  So I turn the question back on you: Who are you to judge?