Hey, I’m late to the virtual zine fest. I guess I’m the punk kid on a blanket on the grass outside the building, selling my zines until security tells me to skeedaddle. Causing ethical distress to passers by. Tense, fraught ruminations: “I want to support the zine fest! I’m nuts about zines! What do the… Read More »
I used to hate my tummy, back when I thought being fat was bad. I believed I had a responsibility to try to thin myself, and I carried a ton of shame. Now that I know weight doesn’t determine health, and health doesn’t determine value, I love my tummy. What a good tummy I have! … Read More »
I used to say I did not especially like trains. Well, that was never true. I’m thinking way back. Waaaay back. Yes, I could not help feeling excited. How the trains flowed like water. The excitement of the ding ding ding–the way a train’s passing lasted a certain amount of time. The colors of the… Read More »
I was at an airbnb far away, in a different desert, with Ming and another friend. The other friend left a note in the guestbook, and drew a bird that they left unfinished. I said I preferred the bird unfinished–anyone can draw a whole bird! A bird half-sketched is way better! Alas, I think my… Read More »