Blog reader KP from SF sent in the above pics from the waiting room of the Castro STD clinic-- a wall of cock cozies! Finally something other than ass to keep my willie warm! Looks like I can finally stop having sex!! I sure hope the nurses aren't handing those things out as condoms. DIY does have its limits boys.
Naturally I did a blog search for other crochet masterpieces. I knew an artist in Houston that once made cozies for washing machines. Below you'll find a whole assortment of yarn art, some phallic, other not, though to this humble sex worker everything looks like dick. I think this particular association may have something vaguely to do with foreskin and the constant thematic obsession with "covering" that crops up in a lot of crochet. What is it exactly about this shit that makes everything homey/sexual/creepy/funny all in the same moment?
Not to be missed-- check out one of the wackiest exhibits I've seen all year: an endangered coral reef. . . crocheted! You can find it at the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History in Washington DC!!
I dedicate this post to a certain someone (eh hem) who promised to knit me a pair of gym shorts. I'm still waiting. :-)