This is the homepage of Jeff Whitty.

 

Welcome to Whitless, the homepage of Jeff Whitty.  This is not a blog.  This is my seven-plus-year-old personal website, of the sort they had in the olden days.

It began as a sort of lark -- and became, well ... not much more than that, really.

Please peruse.  There's old stuff, new stuff, hidden stuff, in-plain-view-stuff.  Even some blue stuff.

A collection of objects and ideas arranged in no particular order and updated sporadically. Click here.

 

Gift season is coming.  What person needs a fur coat, a tacky piece of jewelry, or a Nintendo Wii? 

In this economy, it's much more practical to get your child or lover one of my plays.

 

Order The Further Adventures of Hedda Gabler on Amazon

Order The Hiding Place on Amazon

Order Avenue Q: The Book on Amazon (it's the book you can vacuum!)

 

My Best Sister

I have two sisters, Lucy and Kelly.  But only one of them can be My Best Sister.  It's the latest reality sensation, presented without commercial interruption.

 

Some of My Favorite YouTube Videos

Allow me to introduce some lesser-known gems.

 

RICHARD HALLIBURTON, HERO!

In the first half of the century, children and adults alike thrilled to the true-life adventures of Richard Halliburton.  He was also gay, and should be remembered, because he rules.

 

My Sister Lucy

is pissed because she's not represented here.

 

The Dark Side of the Internet

or how I became a 1980's sorority slut.

 

Symbolic and Historical Analysis of My Younger Brother's Christmas Card

My younger brother Brian sent me a handmade Christmas card last year, filled with familial symbolism.  It's annotated for scholarly interpretation.

 

NYC is OVR

My diabolical plan to make New York City an unpopular place to live, so the cool people can afford to live here again.

 

My Public Access TV Show

In 1994, I had a prime chunk of Manhattan TV real estate.  This is the story of "Spew: Synthetic Television," its downfall, and how public-access TV was once a defining force in NYC culture.

 

Our Lives Are Meaningless ...

And nothing we ever do will last! (What I learned from the ruins of Yama Farms, a once-thriving Catskills resort near my house.)

 

The Little Darlings!

Finally, technology allows any ol' couple to have kids.  Wanna see my gay love spawn?

 

Here Comes the Fishman!

The most humiliating experience of my life took place the second-to-last time I visited the World Trade Center.

 

The Gay Conspiracy

"I've decided that to be Gay, from now on, one does not have to have any homosexual preferences whatsoever.  If you want to be Gay, you're in.  I thus offer a hearty welcome to any and all interested straight people.  You are now Gay."

 

Footprints in the Sand

"I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life, there was only one set of footprints."

 

The Religious Tract Museum

I'd really prefer that Whitless.com readers not go to Hell.  So here's a directory of over 100 tracts -- for sinners like you.

 

The Story of Sarah Pew

Sarah Pew is a lonely nurse who lives in the mountains.  I made her up.  She's more beloved than me.  But really, the poor gal deserves it.

 

The Letter People

Curse you, Matt Shankle!  How a humiliating interaction with a childhood learning tool forced me into the most discouraging profession.

 

Little Miss No Name

The most horrifying doll ever?  Perhaps.  But Little Miss No Name, the vagrant doll, still has the power to warm your heart.

 

"Voted" Best Web Page!

In Las Vegas, it's not necessary to say who did all the voting.

 

 

My Childhood Journal

Like Christopher Isherwood in "The Berlin Diaries," I blow the LID off of Coos Bay, Oregon, circa 1980.

Click below for pages from my shocking and controversial childhood journals, unexpurgated, and available to the public for the very first time.

 

WHAT'S PLAYING:

 

Avenue Q on Broadway

Avenue Q on Tour

Avenue Q in London

Tales of the City, the Musical

based on the novels by Armistead Maupin

music by Jake Shears and John Garden

libretto by Jeff Whitty

(at some point in 2010-2011, God willing)

And more secret things that I can't talk about right now.

 

 


SURRENDER

YOUR

GENDER


 

 

This video exactly represents my interior life.

 


COMING AT SOME POINT TO WHITLESS

The Liberation of Fern

Fern is a taxidermied deer torso that boyfriend Steve and I found in the attic of our country house.  After her liberation in April of 2005, she quickly became a beloved figure across the entire Catskill mountain region.  Having been trapped up in the attic for 15 to 65 years, Fern has quite a story to tell.  A story of overcoming odds.  A story of finding forgiveness in your heart.  A story of how being hung on the wall at just the right angle can change your entire outlook.  There's nobody who can't relate to Fern.  Even vegetarians love Fern.  Coming soon, with video!

 


Note: The post "My Best Sister" is regretfully moved to the sidebar due to the current Best Sister's grotesque, competitive, and public behavior over the hollow victories she wields over her adoring younger brother in the online game of "Word Twist."


 Jeff Whitty's Facebook profile

25 Random Things About Jeff

Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's not that I care so much about you especially, but because since birth I have had a need to express myself through poetry, prose, and song.

1. I am considering jumping out the window.

2. We have bars on our windows because the landlord won't remove them. NYC law requires proof that you have no children living in your apartment.

3. I believe there may be ghosts of children living in this apartment. Elves, definitely.

4. My right testicle hangs lower than the other three.

5. I have a tendency to overshare.

6. I would like to be on a Franklin Mint plate and sold on the TV.

7. Sometimes when my cell phone rings and I don't recognize the number, I wonder if it will be the Franklin Mint, asking permission.

8. When it is not the Franklin Mint, I am secretly relieved because I couldn't bear the disappointment if my plate didn't sell well.

9. I am plagued by insecurity and fear of failure.

10. Kittens.

11. Sparkle ponies.

12. My desire to jump out of the window has passed.

13. Steve and I live on the fourth floor, which for some reason is called the second floor, and I worry that I might survive if I did want to jump, which I don't right now.

14. I get no pleasure from seeing myself or others in a wheelchair.

15. Except I did feel some satisfaction seeing Dick Cheney on Inauguration Day.

16. I wonder if when I say hi to people on the street and have a conversation and then walk away, whether they think, "Bitter, bitter person."

17. I wonder if that happens more often when I have conversations with people I know versus strangers.

19. If you knew what I was wearing, you might very well be aroused, appalled, or indifferent.

20. I am wondering if anybody noticed I skipped number 18. It was only because I worry about giving too much of myself away.

21. I sometimes wonder if the people getting in touch with me after many years are my high school friends, or are in truth a top-secret computer program devised by the government to keep tabs on me.

18. Much of my life is spent making up for infractions that exist only in my head.

22. Some days I would like nothing more than a glistening drop of Retsyn.

23. If I followed the logic to its end I might realize that Retsyn is a marketing tool and not a cleansing, pure blast of icy freshness to cleanse my mouth, my mouth which is a metaphor for my sins. I choose not to follow that logic and accept the world on its surface.

24. Sparkle ponies. Sparkle ponies. Rainbows. The laughter of children. The ghost children.

25. I am considering jumping out the window.


Meet the Casting Directors

Everyone has heard about Chris Crocker, the kid who got nine million views for his tearful "Leave Britney Alone" video.

I decided to blow the lid off of these viral YouTube videos, and enlisted some friends to help.  Where do these Internet stars come from?  What you find may surprise you.

Here is the trilogy: