Xstal

I think it's fair to say that dolls can cause diversion, enforcing boys and girls (generally) to take paths of aversion, stating how they will behave, ensnaring brains to become slaves, to indoctrination, dogma and assertion. As they mature some may discover they've been conned, as they find out that what they'd learnt was just plain wrong, that they're a product of a system, built on patriarchal wisdom, that has put them in a box that's labelled blonde. So it's a shame that Barbless reinforces roles, leaves you under no illusion who controls, promoting sales for the maker, to enable them to sell, plastic products that just keeps a girl in spells.

You've been invested with a mission to save the young, those close to home, some not so close, and quite far-flung, put in place a world that's safe, a place to grow walled in by grace, though it's the west, and not the east, your skills are slung. It's a challenge for a woman in these times, where your gender isn't conducive to dimes, where misogyny is rife, the days are riven through with strife, but you find a way to extricate, confines. Soon walls are broken down hurdles erode, upon the poor, the ill, the orphaned are bestowed, opportunities to shape, from the bottom's an escape, a chance to be the author of, their own life's road.

There's a lass who's just moved in, and takes a shine, to your body and treats you like you're a shrine, very keen to satisfy, next to you, or on, she'll lie, best described as something very not benign. It's not too long before it's clear you're an obsession, physical acts start to include much more aggression, a little kinky to begin, it leads to knots of tightening, she has the right to use her knife, at her discretion. Before you know it things have gone a touch awry, and if you had the opportunity you'd cry, with tears in your eyes, nothing to thread between your fly, in a film that's quite tricky, to classify.