Camel Toe: The Zine, Issue #4 is currently accepting submissions! This is great news for you, as there's probably a great comic, camel toe shot, rant, essay, or other creation living in your brain and wishing to escape. Submissions due October 1, 2014. Get more info + ideas at camel.to.
Before you get started, don't miss San Francisco Zine Fest this weekend! I'll be tabling with friends and talented artists Emily Alden Foster and Jennie Yim, and we'll be debuting our collab zine, The Important Business Ladies' Guide to Important Business for Ladies. It's an honest, sometimes depressing, mostly funny, and insightful look at the relationships between women and work, and it's yours for a reasonable fee. Business!
On Sunday, I'm also going to be running my mouth on a panel titled Creating Feminist Spaces in DIY Culture. FUN! Come hang out and ask questions and watch me stumble over my words and say "like" too much.
If you don't live in SF or are too busy to stop by, well. Grumble. But really, I'll list things in the (coming soon) shop when I've recovered from the weekend.
When it's been a few months since Boo's last grooming appointment, he starts to look a little scruffy. I've always thought, "Muppet!", but Jennie has that discerning eye and discovered Boo's true ungroomed nature.
The Boo abides.
After the miracle workers at Mudpuppy's have him for a couple hours, he's transformed into a pretty little prince.
Whether he's fresh and clean or a bit crusty, I love this stinkin' dog.
I've spent the entire week coughing and snotting around my apartment, both ailments I'm attributing to inhaling other people's gross germs on airplanes to/from Missouri last week. While flying this time of year is kinda the worst, the occasion made it totally worth it: my Mom's 60th birthday! I love birthdays, and I love my mom, so duh.
I had a couple days with just my Nona (whose wisdom and old photos must appear in a separate post/zine), then my sisters and Mom came up to celebrate. Alisha gave me a mani/pedi (the poor dear), and Aprille made treat-filled gift bags for party guests. I was essentially dead weight, but hey! I looked like a LADY!
As for my mom's big six-zero (lookin' good, Mom), I made one of her gifts. I'm a kid who falls into the category of becoming-my-parents-every-single-day. They're great people, so this isn't necessarily a bad thing, but as I spend more time living many miles away, I see it very clearly. To celebrate all the genetic and behavioral gifts Mom has bestowed upon me, I drew her this comic. I love her very much, and I probably like you well enough, so I thought I'd share.
Happy birthday, Mom! Thanks for being born and becoming a good person.
UPDATE: Due to reasons, Camel Toe Issue #3 didn't make it to press in time for SFZF. I'm working hard to make it amazing though, and would still love your words, art, thoughts, collage, pictures, lists, etc. New deadline: November 15. Yay!
Dust off your hot pants, word processors, and micron pens--Issue #3 of Camel Toe: The Zine needs your submissions!
The theme is REJECTION, dear friends, and I am effing excited for it. Whether you're the rejector, the rejectee, rejecting conventional beauty standards or gluten products, this issue needs your beautiful work. The possibilities are pretty much endless, and I guarantee your work is going to look great in print (b&w, photocopied to be specific). Camel toe-focused work is still gladly accepted and encouraged!
The deadline is July 31, 2013, which means you have plenty of time to get excited, brainstorm, procrastinate, and then email your brilliant work to cameltoezine@gmail.com. The third issue will make its debut at this year's SF Zine Fest, which saw the inaugural issue in 2012. That means THREE amazing issues will be available for purchase this year, most likely prompting more young girls to ask their unprepared fathers, "Daddy, what's a camel toe?" (True story.)
Things to Submit:
Essays
Illustrations
Lyrics
Haiku
Photos
Rants
Confessions
Pillow Talk
Diagrams
AND MORE!
Questions? Want to contribute but not sure where to start? Feel like workshopping an idea? Email me! Tweet at me! I love you. Have fun.
If you watch Game of Thrones, you're either a) coming down from a serious fit of outrage/sadness, b) annoyed because you read the books forever ago and yaaaawn, or c) not too bothered because who actually had any emotional attachment to those turds? I'm going to have to go with c) on this one. The now deceased lost my attention+affection episodes ago.
You know who I DID feel emotionally attached to and thus entirely wrecked when they were senselessly, fictitiously killed? Please excuse my never-ending rage:
I loved George. I mean LOOOOVED HIM. He could have made a graceful exit from the depression porn that is Grey's Anatomy, but instead they killed him with a motherfucking bus. I've seriously never recovered and eventually quit watching the show because every single episode someone died/cried/lost everything/listened to bad music, all of which had me in tears. What is wrong with you people? Oh and the worst part is, he died saving a girl played by Shannon Lucio aka annoying, basic Lindsay Gardner from The O.C. She's here to seduce Ryan with the oboe and ruin all your stories!
An absolute ridiculous outcome of the drudgery that is season 9 of The X-Files. Senseless killing of three adorable, charming, but not-so-crucial-they-need-to-die characters. Again, my overly committed self will never get over this. Instead of accepting their weakly written death, I will gaze upon this picture of Older Lone Gunmen and pretend like reality is fiction, and they're still meeting up and swapping conspiracy theories.
Possibly the saddest episode of television I've ever seen, and I've only seen it once. Sad. SAD. Forever sad. Just thinking about it makes me want to crawl into a pile of kittens so I can forget how terrible I feel.
While it was a gruesome scene, The Red Wedding wasn't even close to traumatic for me. I'm sure future GoT episodes will put my smug ass in its place, so get the pile of kittens ready.
My resolution for 2013 was to consume more media, and despite my best (budgetary+work) interests, I'm doing a very good job. The latest:
It finally happened -- I finished The X-Files. I have feelings, although I'm not ready to share them all yet. In summary: If it's your first watch, let Season 8's mind-blowingly perfect, life-affirming, boner-inducing finale BE YOUR FINALE. Season 9 will bore you, break your heart, and finally come back with an overly ambitious and ultimately useless final episode, chock-full of telling instead of showing. It does, however, leave us with many Scully+Mulder embraces including the following warm and fuzzy photo.
That leg! Those cutie pies! I love you kids forever.
According to persons, it's a travesty that I've never watched the original Star Trek series (or any, for that matter). Feeling ashamed and curious enough, I decided to give it a go. So far, I've made it through episode one, which is centered around Spock being hella horny and Kirk throwing me mad cutie faces. I'm sure it's the nine-season X-Files binge, but goddamn does he share some Skinner qualities, in both appearance and mannerisms.
I swear to you it's there.
I think the series will be a challenge for me, only because there's much more talk than action. I'm sure it's great, but I get sleepy so easily, and too much dialogue turns Netflix into a white noise machine. But! I'm having a good time!? Will keep trying.
Last week, my sister Alisha and our good friend Steph visited San Francisco for what turned out to be an impromtu RuPaul's Drag Race marathon. My last-minute interest in season 5 was serendipitously paired with the finale this past Monday, and I'm officially HOOKED. After Steph left, Alisha and I watched Season 3 on Netflix (while intermittently eating Chex Mix, playing Ruzzle, and napping), and I'm working my way through Season 2 now. Season 5 steals the show so far, and Alyssa Edwards is now the proud owner of heart and my unofficial life coach.
October 26, 2012
Last weekend, I played a uke gig at Frankenart Mart, one of the neatest places in the city I never knew about. Located on Balboa in the Inner Richmond, the Mart has churned out creative events for six and a half years. Impressive! I'm just now learning about it. Not impressive! I hermit too much and miss many nice things in San Francisco.
Leslie, its very creative and charming founder/owner, invited me to come in for a uke jam as part of the shop's latest theme, Song and Dance. The space is currently filled with makeshift instruments, including a full drum kit, vacuum cleaner hose horn, accordion rocking chair, and various string apparati. Check the calendar for open hours and go make some noise before the installation is switched. Bonus: There are two watchcats running the joint.
I know Inner Richmond sounds far away, but it's not! Plus, while you're there, you can get banh mi at Cafe Bunn Mi and restock on reading material at Green Apple.
After Nov. 4, Writer's Gas Station kicks off, which I plan on hitting up. Maybe a new Jam Hands song will come to life.
