Culture on the Cheap
Bedford Bush: The Feminine Mystic
I have never gotten the male fascination with this female orifice. Perhaps it is because I have one. Speaking from personal experience having a “hooha” ain’t all it’s cracked up to be: every 28 days it is a source of irritation to yours truly. Nonetheless tree twats (like the above specimen which hails from Bedford Avenue at North 3rd Street) proliferate. Yet none of them menstruate (I’d like to see that!). But I discovered yesterday one makes music.
When I walked by this honey pot on North 3rd Street (just north of Kent Avenue) I heard music. Don’t believe me, hear for yourself.
My ‘gina symphony of choice is Igor Stravinsky’s “The Rite of Spring”. Clearly I have a lot of practicing before I make it to Carnegie Hall.