Doll owners hide dolls because they think there is something inherently wrong with having them. And yet doll owners come to these forums and proudly proclaim, "Hey! Look what I am fucking!" Stop thinking of them as 'sex dolls' or 'fuck dolls'. They are just "dolls". How you employ them is entirely your business.
If life-sized dolls were sculpted out of any other material, they would be on open display in an art museum, and likely in a home, yard, or garden. If one has an oil painting for which they paid for several thousand dollars, they would not hide it away. They would likely hang it in their living room. It would not matter if that painting displayed a female breast, buttocks, or male genitals.
There was a time when any store that sold clothing had mannequins to advertise those clothes. Other than a mild sexual interest, no one gave them a second thought. Life-sized dolls are here twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week. See them for the beauty that they are, just like any other work of art. If doll owners want the public to accept life-sized dolls, then doll owners need to learn to accept them.
"But you don't know my family, my friends, or where I live." You don't know mine, either. If people do not accept me for who and what I am, then I do not need them. In all the time I had Feodora
out on location, most people who made any comment were just intrigued. Some thought I was doing a catalog or magazine shoot. (That was my original intent when I was looking for a mannequin.) A few wanted to take 'selfies' with Feodora.
The most negative reaction was a TV cable installer who was startled by Feodora. (Spring of 2010) When he calmed down, he just ignored her and went on with his work. After that, I gave service people advance notice before they arrived. She was still in her crate when I first moved to this apartment. (August 2020) The cable guy at this apartment never got the chance to see her. Anyone else who ever came to my place has seen the dolls.
My elder daughter
did not like them at first, but she, her husband, and their kids have learned to accept them. I suspect that my grandson is at the age where he might take a special interest in her. I was a teenager once, really! When they visit again, I will either have a long dress on Feodora, or a top and slacks.