a new zine called shitty horoscopes that i’ll be premiering this year at the Toronto Queer Zine Fair, among other things! hopefully i’ll make volumes available for online purchase soon. credit where credit is due: this was inspired by the huge number of made-up horoscopes floating around tumblr lately, and angry-poems.
I talked about periods the other day at work (as part of the conversation with some female coworkers), and the guys near us were just appalled and looking at me and mouthing, “what the fuck.” Did you not know they exist? Or do you find that girls are less amusing when they’re talking about something other than sex?
Chinese doctors bowing down to an 11 year old boy diagnosed with brain cancer who managed to save several lives by donating his organs to the hospital he was being treated shortly before his death.
This should go to history.