The City of Key West is pondering the first amendment, and the pondering isn't going anywhere in a hurry. T-shirt stores on Duval Street are presenting a poor image of the city which must come as something of surprise to many of the 3.3 million visitors to the Southernmost City, who come here to drink and do things they wouldn't dream of doing at home. The problem is simple enough, people buy t-shirts with unwholesome messages on them, so store keepers display the t-shirts in their windows and people who don't like the messages complain. The city tries to react and round the robin we go.
For some reason I cannot fathom your typical t-shirt shop owner in Key West is Israeli. Its as though there is someone apportioning t-shirt stores to Israeli immigrants and no one else. This must be an exaggeration but it doesn't seem that way. The other weird thing about this situation is that people must be buying these gruesome articles. I mean, shopkeepers wouldn't put them on sale unless people bought them. I have never seen anyone ever parading around in one of these nasty t-shirts. And yet someone must be buying them; it stands to reason.
Of course not everything is crude. I rather liked this display of underwear as Art.
Campy perhaps, but humor is the essence of camp. The other stuff is just puerile and stupid. However it seems rights to freedom of speech impede anyone from preventing a store owner from inflicting this important message on passersby:
I mean really, the first amendment?
What happens in Key West stays in key West, that ever adaptable phrase.
Is the city commission being silly to ask the merchants to stop displaying this stuff so prominently? For the stout of heart here is a selection I found while strolling Duval. Not for the squeamish, I fear.



Observing this happy couple getting a pedal down Duval I was forced to wonder if their pleasure in Duval was enhanced by the messages. It didn't seem likely and relying on voluntary compliance seems unlikely too.
In view of all this lurid action on Duval I have to wonder if its me and am I just a nerd, because when I think of what appeals to my inner fantasy my mind wanders from sex for sale to the true delights of life on the edge, as illustrated by this poster I saw at the Triumph dealer in Fort Lauderdale:
What could be more exciting than a Thruxton on a winding mountain road? Nothing I've seen printed on a t-shirt that's for sure.