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new issue of seawitch! quartersize, 40 pages, text-heavy. this issue is about what it feels like to write zines, living in a culture that objectifies women and how that interacts with my trauma, C-PTSD and emotional flashbacks. it’s about wanting touch and being uncomfortable with touch, supporting sex workers in action not just words and some of my experiences with sex work. it’s about systemic oppression, accountability and the problems with “call-out culture”. it’s about being a femme who doesn’t wear makeup, polyamory and depression. it’s about kindness, sobriety, addiction and recovery. it’s about feelings, breaking out of old patterns, change and hope. this issue is, as usual, a mix of my thoughts, feelings, experiences, ideas. personal, political and always blurring those distinctions. it’s honest, heartfelt and hopeful.
“like many writers, like many people in general, i feel a strong urge to just hit backspace and delete it all. the way i wish i could find every copy of some of my old zines and burn them. the way that writing and especially printing makes this all seem so permanent, so final. but it’s not. i know it’s not.”
“when i was working the most frustrating experience was when a client would try to argue down the price… arguing about the cost of my sexual labour is bullshit. i shouldn’t have to do it. if you don’t want to pay it then don’t have sex with me.”
“i know what it’s like to watch my communities do nothing because they like the people who assaulted me and refuse to believe they are “bad”. i am painted as lying, exaggerating, causing drama, etc. when all i want is to feel safe. yet, i know that my rapist didn’t rape me because he is a “bad” person. if only it were that simple.”
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Rant, Rant, Rant…
My partner and I are both wheelchair users and on our way to meet up with some friends some guy too distracted by his cellphone to see us in front of him almost walked right into my partner so naturally they say,
"Watch where you’re going please."
Then the next guy passing us says,
"Well come on, two’s a bit much!"
As if we’re taking up too much space being beside each other on a sidewalk that is about twice the size of your average sidewalk for the record. You’d think taking up *SO* much space the dude with the cellphone would have noticed us.
You know you’re probably a spoonie when you’re cleaning and find a bunch of these laying around.