Now it is the time of night
And we fairies that do run
from the presence of the sun,
Following darkness, dream tonight… -Midsummer-
Wrapped up a most magical show at the edge of the woods. Thank you to everyone who played with us here. 💖
Now it is the time of night
And we fairies that do run
from the presence of the sun,
Following darkness, dream tonight… -Midsummer-
Wrapped up a most magical show at the edge of the woods. Thank you to everyone who played with us here. 💖
Glad for this morning office, this little pocket of time.
Setting up one of many work spaces in our house… getting ready to lead a virtual zine making workshop as part of the @phillyzinefest workshops today. As we sit in the uncertain post-election days, maybe you could use a distraction too. Find us here.
Updated zine! I wanted to get this updated for National Coming Out Day.
🖤🤎❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
I started this zine on a Spring evening in 2019. It was cold and sleeting as I parked myself in a pub across the street from an LGBTQ+ youth center. I had just dropped off a teen (who was staying with us) and they had asked me when I first came out. I didn’t have a good quick answer at the time, so I sat at the bar and lined up a rainbow of pens. It’s easy enough to explain how coming out isn’t a one-time-thing. I wanted to tell them that I don’t remember specifically “coming out” so much as a continual process of trying to be true to myself. It sounds cliche. What I really wanted to explain was how coming out can be an act of coming in to your self and into a vast constellation of queerness. 🌌
Me in actual 80’s and me hosting an 80’s themed murder mystery today.
Things I have from then: buttons, cowlicks, a sense of who am becoming. Thinking about what I would want to tell those younger versions of me, the things that little person needed to hear.
Related: I sure would love that sweatshirt today!