After the whole twiddle muff incident, things got worse. This will make marginally more sense if you’ve read the “Words That Make Me Giggle” post…but not much more. (Bonus points if you guessed that’s a cat ass coaster in the picture)
Knitting sounds like such an innocent past time. Not so fast – who knew the yarn arts had a dark side, a “mature content” section?
Turns out knitters are weird folks.
Do you know there’s such a thing as vaginal knitting? I’m not making this up…
feel free to google it but, be warned, that’s a bell you cannot unring. I’m not posting a picture, it’s too strange. That is an unsanitary place to tuck your yarn and no one, I repeat no one is ever going to want to wear that scarf. There are all kinds of neat little gadgets you can buy to hold your yarn that are less, how shall I put this…less personal and moist.
There are other “interesting” things you can knit…a vibrator cozy, not perhaps as quaint as a tea cozy but still, it’s a thing. Also, a pony hood that I’m guessing is for kink or fetish purposes based on the guy who’s wearing it in the picture. On that topic, you can whip up some handcuffs while you’re at it. There’s a willie warmer…self-explanatory.
You can crochet a bra but I think it says a lot about the “yarn artist” involved that a) the bra has nipples on the outside of the cups (??) and b) she is pictured nursing a plush monkey. I’m going to leave that right there. There’s also something called a “backdoor monkey” that in no way specifies what the backdoor is for and I never want to know what you do with your monkey.
I may have led a sheltered life but I don’t understand all the knit sex toys, seems impractical at best. A French tickler, a dildo. A real statement piece – a vagina pad holder. A crocheted pouch that looks like a vagina to tuck your feminine pads into…does not indicate whether the pads are also crocheted but I wouldn’t be surprised at this point. I’m questioning whether some of the people who’ve taken a shot at creating a knit or crocheted vagina have ever actually seen one ‘cause they don’t look like that…or at least they shouldn’t. Technically the exterior structure of the female anatomy is the vulva and the vagina is the internal structure…but vagina is the standard reference so I’m using it.
You can knit a reusable tampon but you really, really shouldn’t. I’m not sure what kind of 3rd world hell inspired that particular idea but of all the things I’m willing to reduce/reuse/recycle, I’ll treat myself to fresh, shiny new feminine products every single time. Call me crazy. Not to be outdone, there are crocheted feminine pads, described as both practical and reusable, there’s even a winged version. Nope. Another suggested use…unique coasters. If I’m ever at your house and you slip a crocheted sanitary pad under my drink, I’m leaving. I’ll mock you first, but still leaving.
I thought the knit tampon was the pinnacle of weird shit you can knit…but nope, they one upped that real quick. You can knit a placenta, complete with umbilical cord. You can but why would you, can someone please explain to me at what point in your life you need a knit placenta. Maybe you can tuck it beside the ugly ass vagina cushion from the twiddle muff post. But again, and I cannot stress this enough…why? If you’ve got some time to kill, how about a uterus, complete with fallopian tubes and ovaries.
A vagina chapstick holder…I kid you not, there’s a pattern for a vagina chapstick holder. Not only should you never, ever share chapstick, you should never use chapstick pulled out of a vagina, even a woolly vagina. Wait a minute, that sounds like the prehistoric cousin of the woolly mammoth. Woolly vaginas – sounds very 70’s. Think bush.
A knit condom…as long as you are aware that it is not an effective method of birth control ‘cause if you think knitting a condom is a good idea, you shouldn’t ought to reproduce… ever.
One creative stitcher whipped up what might be considered a bust of a vulva…at least I think that’s what she claims it is. It looks like a sea creature, a big ass barnacle. The kicker…she gave it a g spot. Reread that sentence – she gave it a g spot so that it is, in her words “anatomically accurate if you are adventurous enough to explore around the inside”. It’s pictured with a bottle beside it “for scale” – so happens it’s a bottle of personal lube. Well, there’s a Friday night you’ll not soon forget.
It just crossed the line into something really strange and twisted…I’m crowning a new winner in the category of odd stuff you can knit (or crochet, equal opportunity yarn shenanigans)…a fetus in a jar. Yes, you can create your own fetus in a jar…and for one twisted stitcher, that wasn’t pushing the envelope quite far enough…she gave her fetus a trucker hat and a cigarette and named him Cletus. He does look decidedly cooler than the other fetuses, just saying. One misguided soul posted a pic of her yarn fetus hanging out of her crotch by its umbilical cord. Oh my fuckedy fuck. Relax, it’s not Cletus, he appears to be safe and sound in his jar.
Holy cockwaffles. This whole thing is unraveling.
(I have to thank Melissa for taking me for a romp down this particular rabbit hole, ‘cause she’s dark and twisty too).
This post would not be complete without Cletus:
(Cletus is apparently too cool to stay in his jar, he’s gone free range – which is pretty impressive since he doesn’t have legs yet)
∼ the nasty wench ∼