The first issue of the zine is finally here!
estuarieszine:
Estuaries #1: Reconciling the Queer South is now available to read online!
IMPORTANT NOTE: some of the media files (2 audio submissions & 1 video) in the zine are not supported on Issuu, so PLEASE continue to be on the lookout for yer chance to experience the zine in its fullest form! You don’t want to miss it.
We greatly appreciate y’all’s patience while we finalize the formatting of the zine to allow for a downloadable digital version, a printed version & alternative modes of viewing online!
VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: We are offering access to the first issue of Estuaries through Issuu at the cost of a $5-$10 (or more!!) donation to the Trans Assistance Project, a fund based in Oakland, CA that is collecting donations to assist with funeral services & end-of-life costs for three trans women who lost their lives in the Oakland Ghost Ship fire: Feral Pines, Cash Askew, and Em Bohlka.
From the TAP website: “Once these items, plus medical care for another trans woman who survived the fire are paid, additional funds will be donated to TAP in Feral’s name. Feral had applied for TAP’s services: funding name and gender markers changes, medical costs, and legal fees for trans people in the United States, so that trans women may survive and thrive.”
Thank you so very much to all the gloriously talented folks who submitted to the first issue of Estuaries, and please be on the lookout for yer chance to download the full version on Etsy!
the first issue of the zine is ready, y’all!
estuaries #1: reconciling the queer south is available in its current form for a limited time on Issuu! please note that although it is “free-to-read” we are asking folks, (whether you access the document or not) to PLEASE donate to the Trans Assistance Project!
calling out to all my southern queerbo kin!
i implore you to submit to ESTUARIES issue #1: ‘reconciling the queer south’
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please share! submissions due JULY 1st to ESTUARIESZINE@GMAIL.COM
Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor,
for the eternal idleness of the imagined return,
for rare flutes and bare feet, and the August bedroom
of tangled sheets and the Sunday salt, ah violin!
When I press summer dusks together, it is
a month of street accordions and sprinklers
laying the dust, small shadows running from me.
It is music opening and closing, Italia mia, on Bleecker,ciao, Antonio, and the water-cries of children
tearing the rose-coloured sky in streams of paper;
it is dusk in the nostrils and the smell of water
down littered streets that lead you to no water,
and gathering islands and lemons in the mind.
There is the Hudson, like the sea aflame.
I would undress you in the summer heat,
and laugh and dry your damp flesh if you came.
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“Bleecker Street, Summer,” Derek Walcott (via budddha)
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You cut up a thing that’s alive and beautiful to find out how it’s alive and why it’s beautiful, and before you know it, it’s neither of those things, and you’re standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.
the signs and how they're being problematic at ur house party
aries: keeps rearranging your decorations and changing the song
taurus: called the police
gemini: took their clothes off
cancer: locked themselves in your room and no one knows what their problem is
leo: wants to fight everyone
virgo: giving head in the bathroom
libra: trying to sell weed to everyone
scorpio: threw a cigarette butt into the hedge out front and now its on fire
sagittarius: on the fucking roof
capricorn: has to pee every 3 minutes
aquarius: doing lines of cocaine off the kitchen counter
pisces: making out with your dad
