Sometimes it amazes me that this big ole monster of a zine is still going. The lovely fresh ink on the cover says it's issue 106; when you add in the ones with funny numbers that's more like 116. Since some time around #32, it's been my baby. By now we should've all moved on, and I should be doing something more grown up than throwing together zines,
Sometimes, like this week, friends come crashing up against the biphobia in the queer communities that reminds me why it, and spaces like biphoria, still have to be there.
Also, I love making these inky things happen.