From The New York Shitty Inbox: Something Dirty!
Hi Miss Heather,
I’m writing to you because I’ve been an avid reader of your blog for a couple of years now and wanted to let you know about an art show I have coming up in your favorite Greenpoint shop. It’s at Kill Devil Hill—no furry, toothy little creatures, though, sorry! (But) I think you will like it, mostly because it includes found ephemera and naked stuff. Anyway, if it looks interesting to you, I would greatly appreciate it if you would consider posting it on the venerable Shitty and coming to see the show.
I will be perfectly honest: I do not like posting event listings. There are a number of sites dedicated to just this purpose and I find it boring. I’d rather be pounding the pavement conversing with my friends and neighbors and getting the “shit” on north Brooklyn. There is plenty shit to be had here, I assure you. My inbox overflows with shit on a daily basis. And I cannot afford to hire an intern. So it goes.
However, I can and will do so when it involves furry critters in need or the mood suits me. In the latter-most case being promised “naked stuff” and the following helps. A LOT:
…Found photos, pin-ups & male “physique” magazines.
The previous pretty much constitutes what I have painstakingly arranged on Chez Shitty’s refrigerator over the last five years. The purpose of this exercise is to skeeve the Mister. It works: he puts magnets over what bothers him. I remove them.
They say marriage is an institution. There is a germ of truth to this age-old shtick. I am the R.P. McMurphy of this household: a vortex of chaos and intransigence disrupting his (otherwise) highly structured and organized existence. It’s a fun, if occasionally weird, journey and I can’t honestly say I regret it. But back to nekkid people:
Check it out!