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I finished copying, collating, and stapling the 11th issue of my zine, Tazewell's Favorite Eccentric last night, only to receive a really sweet, hesitant call from a friend asking if I meant to misspell the name on purpose. I actually did not, but as a result, the first print run will have a very small amount of pink sharpie hand lettering, and can be obtained by sending $3 ppd to my address, or via paypal to email@example.com, or by trading perzines with me.
I have never been prouder or happier with a zine that I put out. This issue contains a lot of stuff I wrote as I was in the process of moving from my really small hometown to Philadelphia, so there's a lot of stuff about transition and home in there. Also about falling in love, about the queer community, and about addiction, my own specifically, and the process of getting clean.
Some of that stuff was really hard to write, but felt sort of cleansing to put out into the world. However, it does get a little graphic, and might be triggering to some people.
A couple of exerpts:
"I never fell deeply in love with a drug until I injected dilaudid. I had been around opiates all my life because of my mom's host of chemical dependencies. Recreational drug use had been a casual thing in the years leading up to thirty, something social to do with friends. Prior to twenty five, I drank and had smoked pot a couple of times, but ultimately fear of inheriting addiction left me with a pretty conservative attitude about prescription and street drugs."
AND, on a happier note:
"One of the things that I liked right away was how sure she was. It's hard to describe just what I mean, because it sounds like I'm talking about self-confidence. But that's just a word, and it's too easy. Self-confidence doesn't say anything about vulnerability or balancing self-doubt with courage. In our early relationship, the talking was (and still is) easy. We always had stuff to say, and there was good give-and-take. An indicator of the surety that I'm talking about is how she didn't mince words. She just said what she was thinking without the awkward pauses and the qualifiers that pepper my speech. It was admirable and enviable, like she didn't have to doubt what she was saying because it came from a place of sincerity."