Post by Mai Everstone on Jan 12, 2023 5:41:34 GMT
Mai is sitting on a velvet couch surrounded by so many dolls its hard to tell how Mai even fit herself onto the couch much less the room.
You want to know my favorite thing in the whole world? And I mean, if I've had a bad day my favorite thing to do is to go onto like ebay or something and look for haunted dolls for sale. Not to say all of my ladies are from the internet. I also love to hit up estate sales, garage sales, small town thrift shops. I love finding the doll with just the best vibes and bringing them home.
And you might think that makes me sound like a crazy person. I just have a soft spot for things people don't love. I love creepy dolls. I like things that people told me as a kid not to love. I loved them because seeing something that no one else cares about and giving it a loving home sort of makes me feel seen and loved in return.
And sure, maybe its become kind of the staple of weird girl energy to love these things. The same way as loving Mothman, Big Foot or the Fresno Nightcrawler used to be what weird kids did but now everyone has a bumper sticker talking about how much they want the Jersey Devil to eat their ass. Or now everyone loves opossums and raccoons.
It might be something that's just totally what all the cool kids are doing. But you see this room? The one with all my ladies in it? This is my four-season porch. And let me tell you. I have not had a package stolen since I moved them out here.
Maybe part of it is that I always wanted a doll like this one here. See the cute little dress that makes her look like a sailor? Adorable. But I wasn't allowed to have dolls as a kid. Or really any toy that mimicked human form. Because owning something that looked like a human was clearly mocking God.
Toys of any kind were also kind of a big no no. Toys caused you to care more about items then what your life was meant to be about.
All in all I'm not saying I had a bad childhood or anything. I mean, I had food, clothes, a place to sleep. There might not have been a lot of warm tv moments but I can't really complain given what other people had. So maybe my obsession with dolls is a cry out from my inner child feeling robbed of having something. Maybe its just one more way to rebel against my parents. Who can say?
So when I saw I was going to be facing Beretta Blade this week it made me kind of think about my doll collection. I mean, I don't have as much daddy issues or the ability to relay on nepotism to jump the queue. I mean, I'm not sure I know much about you other than apparently you have enough Daddy issues to kind of make that like your whole personality.
Normally I'd suggest you handle that the usual way. Like getting an only fans or dating a man your dad's age to really just stick the issue home. But following him into his career to try and prove you can be a better wrestler? That's peak petty and I for one love that for you.
Now, to be honest as much as I want to support any girl wo wants to work her daddy issues out in as public a form as possible... I am not the girl to have that first match with. Oh, not to say I am not going to make it fun. Trust me, we are going to have loads of fun.
Yes, Jonathan, I want to slate my blood lust. Fetch her for me... oh, and Jonathan, be a good lad and break her first for me first. Ta, so much.
But hey, you can't always get what you want can you? I mean, my last match might not have ended with me winning it but I think I at least made a pretty decent splash. And that's what you should aim for too.
Not every doll I have here is haunted. But that doesn't mean they aren't loved. You can tell Daddy you don't need his approval and he should regret the day he didn't buy you that Malibu Barbie in lots of ways, not just winning this match.
I stick it to my dad by letting people see my thighs. I mean, goddamn, look at these legs. They go on for days. Mmm, thick thigh save lives.
That's a joke. Seriously, my Dad might think it's too much skin and have some intense feelings about what counts as heresy but we're fine.
So come Odyssey, Barretta, we're gonna have a super fun match. Then we can go get a couple drinks and post some borderline slutty selfis to piss off your dad together, okay?
Because it's important that you know you are loved though, okay? Just because some guys never really know how to engage emotionally in their children's lives doesn't make it your fault. You are worthy of love, okay? His emotional damage does not reflect on your worth as a person. He probably never got told by his own father whether he was proud of him so he just... didn't tell you.
And that's shitty. If you want we can go kick his ass for gift wrapping you a new cycle of family trauma. But come the show, we'll be having a good old time don't you think?
See you out there.
Not every doll I have here is haunted. But that doesn't mean they aren't loved. You can tell Daddy you don't need his approval and he should regret the day he didn't buy you that Malibu Barbie in lots of ways, not just winning this match.
I stick it to my dad by letting people see my thighs. I mean, goddamn, look at these legs. They go on for days. Mmm, thick thigh save lives.
That's a joke. Seriously, my Dad might think it's too much skin and have some intense feelings about what counts as heresy but we're fine.
So come Odyssey, Barretta, we're gonna have a super fun match. Then we can go get a couple drinks and post some borderline slutty selfis to piss off your dad together, okay?
Because it's important that you know you are loved though, okay? Just because some guys never really know how to engage emotionally in their children's lives doesn't make it your fault. You are worthy of love, okay? His emotional damage does not reflect on your worth as a person. He probably never got told by his own father whether he was proud of him so he just... didn't tell you.
And that's shitty. If you want we can go kick his ass for gift wrapping you a new cycle of family trauma. But come the show, we'll be having a good old time don't you think?
See you out there.
Well howdy there pardner.