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Another Coming Out Story

TEXT BY: Norman Belanger // USA || ILLUSTRATION BY: Tigrowna // Germany

Howard Roarke laughed. He stood naked at the edge of a cliff…he laughed at the thing which had happened to him that morning, and the things which now lay ahead….
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A QUEER DILEMMA

A Queer Dilemma by T. M. Brown poem If the theory is true that our formative years are what made us queers – what difference does that make to us now? As we’re life long...

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The Group

TEXT BY: Nod Ghosh // New Zealand || ILLUSTRATION BY: Falco Verholen // Netherlands

She left the group before I did, even though my partner joined before me. A sanctuary for people like us, the group should have been somewhere we both felt safe…
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BENEVOLENT WINGED ANGEL

TEXT BY: Aabbchot aabbaadd Aabbswallow // Australia

Aaabbchot Aabbaadd Aabbswallow, tall body hair free callow, dreaming again of being naked, exploring gorgeous creature,….
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The Christening

TEXT BY: Jocelyne Rigal // Ireland || ILLUSTRATION BY: Tigrowna // Germany

I broke the uneasy pause which followed, with a statement which boomed throughout the car. ‘But that’s nothing to worry about!’ I said, making a wide gesture as an invitation for tolerance.
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My Two Mothers

TEXT BY: Nyar Afrika // Kenya || ILLUSTRATION BY: Elizabeth Watkin // USA

My mothers are two women in love and they raised me just fine. They are the best example of a prefect family and I am forever thankful that they taught me how to respect everyone else’s identities and sexual orientation without bias.
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WHITE DREAMING ON MOUNT WARNING

TEXT BY: Aabbchot aabbaadd Aabbswallow // Australia || ILLUSTRATION BY: Lekouzinthomas // France

I am dreaming about men. I am dreaming about women. I am dreaming i have tits walking across the nearby highway, walking along the local street with busy endless small shops. I am dreaming this recurring unresolving dream….
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Exposed

TEXT BY: Nyar Afrika // Kenya || ILLUSTRATION BY: Elizabeth Watkin // USA

I want this mysterious woman to have me. To take me in a way known to her and make me moan endlessly. To touch me in places that crave for touch; a woman’s touch and make me moan.
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If I Should Fall Asleep – CW: Suicide

TEXT BY: Cassia Gaden Gilmartin // Ireland || ILLUSTRATION BY: Avital Yomdin // Germany

It’s nine o’clock, evening but not yet night, and the sky is the colour of peaches. Colours, rather. A pinkish red in the high places and yellow nearer the horizon, as if the sun’s split open and leaked all over the sky.
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HOMOPHOBIC POEM NO. 8

TEXT BY: T.M. Brown // Ireland || ILLUSTRATION BY: Tom Moore // Germany

Are Gay People Artistic Because They’re Gay Or Gay Because They’re Artistic?, Either Way It Seems A Strange Conclusion To Reach And To Say The Least Over Simplistic.
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Call for Submissions

Storytelling is one of the oldest and most accessible tools used to share culture and experiences over generations. But telling our own stories, and sharing our own experiences in our own words, is also...

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a lake, a sea so far

TEXT + ILLUSTRATION BY: E. C. Schuster // Germany

They are a young, queer lesbian based in Germany. They are a student of English literature, an activist, and work as an academic researcher and freelance journalist.
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Eat, Pray, Puke – CW: bulimia

TEXT BY: Nate Eileen Tjoeng // Singapore || ILLUSTRATION BY: Falco Verholen // Netherlands

My name is Beverly. I am 29 years old, I have bulimia and I have lived purging what I consume for 13 years. It all started when I was a plump kid at 16. The mockery and scorn tore me apart.
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In Ireland and in Love

TEXT BY: Jocelyne Rigal // Ireland || ILLUSTRATION BY: Lea Daniel // Ireland

How do you heal a broken heart? Mine had been reduced to shreds by Mairead, an out and proud lesbian I met at work. Mairead, all hoodies and short hair, didn’t take my feelings for her seriously because I’d had two babies
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Nyelethi

text by: Nyar Afrika // Kenya || photo by: Ambika Thompson // Canada

That surprises me. She never talks about us when we are together. To her, I am this dirty little secret, something she enjoys having by her side. I am okay with that. Personally, I am not out looking for anything that would tie me down.
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Quest as in Question or Quest as in Journey

text by: Julius // Trinidad and Tobago || illustration by: Elizabeth Watkin // USA

I stared into his dark eyes. I was washed with pure hate. He hated me. I had no idea why. Three words separated me from gaining his acceptance. I am gay. Those words rang in my ear and danced in the whirlpool of thoughts that strangled my mind. He hated me.
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Dark Juices

text by: Nyar Afrika // Kenya || illustration by: Lekouzinthomas // France

The prospect of getting laid sends chills down my body. Exhilaration dances through me. I miss the touch of a woman so much that I am on the brink of insanity. Just kidding.
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Frankenstein’s Children: Here Be Monsters And They Are Glorious

text by: Ever Dundas // Scotland || illustration by: tom moore // Germany

I have arrived in the liminality of the monstrous, and I must assure you of my welfare. In actuality, I’ve never felt more safe and welcome in this shifting, uncertain realm. I am confident in the success of my endeavour.
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Kasper the Ghost

text by: Roland Taureau // Australia || illustration by: Falco Verholen // Netherlands

The first thing I remember is the yellow and black neon sign: men’s bar. It stuck out in the cold, foggy darkness of the Copenhagen night. I was drunk as usual. A lone traveller doing the rounds of a new city’s gay venues.
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Diversity in Education

text by: Jonathan Daniel // USA || illustration by: Elizabeth Watkin // USA

I can’t feel. I thought – I had reached my limits, but now – little spheres in onyx tones – surround me pulsing, – pulsing in an expanse – of tepid indigo,
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Her Choice

text by: Nikola Italo // Argentina || illustration by: Megan Potoma // USA

My name is Nikola Italo. Well, that’s not my real name, but in many ways, that’s me. I am Nikola when I write, when I tell stories. I was Nikola when I discovered what being a feminist means. Now I am one.
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What (Is) It Like…?

text by: GVGK Tang // USA || illustration by: tom moore // Germany

The ambience shifts. What looked like a stilted high school dance – stagnant bodies strewn awkwardly across a dance floor – now feels like an Ivy League dining club. The white male old heads all know each other and group off.
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Pixie

text by: Dan Ayres // Germany || illustration by: Renaud Helena // Germany

Paul’s booze-sodden brain was at the beck and call of an indecisive octopus, pulling on levers protruding from the neurological coral that sent his body conflicting messages. Some of these were organic – sensible motions willing him to eat
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Interview with Australian Punk Rocker Jen Cloher

questions by: Bob Jones // Germany || photo by: Tajette O’Halloran // Australia

I first listened to Jen Cloher on the radio while traveling Down Under. I was intrigued by her authentic voice that matched her unpretentious, somewhat intimate lyrics. Jen’s music got me to dive into the local underground music scene
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Have You Been a Good Girl?

text by: Elizabeth Watkin // USA || screenshot: from Elizabeth’s film

The video combines poetry and film to explore and challenge the constraints forced upon women as they grow up: How we blame women for being who they are and blame them when they diverge from who they are expected to be.
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7 Signs You Should See a Therapist

text by: Anna Geary-Meyer // Germany || photo by: Anna Geary-Meyer // Germany

When a rainbow speaks you in the face – do not tell it to be silent. These things – are dumb luck on a high horse & one day – your cup will be full of fish again. Good – fish don’t only speak in riddles
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Some Girls & Pissing Annie

text by: by Desi Valentinova / Ulpia // Bulgaria || illustration by: Verena Spilker // Germany

Pissing Annie sat along – Asking me if I was wrong – Is my stamen* all too long – Did I ever ding and dong
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Dirt

text by: Jane Flett // Germany || illustration by: Nami Nakano // Japan

That was the summer I finally grew into myself, fitting into my skin like a hand in a tight cotton glove. All summer long, I ran my hands across my life, marvelling. I could feel the neat, tucked seams. The stitches.
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On Being a Queer Musician

text by: Kat Hamilton // USA || photo by: Manic Pixi // USA

First of all, I love the term “Queer”. There is something unifying and inclusive about it. It covers a lot of ground. In the past year, I’ve really taken to identifying as queer vs. gay or lesbian. I hear it often in the music scene especially.
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The Jobs I’ve Found on Craigslist

text by: Anna Geary-Meyer // Germany || photo by: Verena Spilker // Germany

The second job I find on Craigslist is wiping the butt of a three-year-old whose favorite food is salami. No one tells me three-year-olds need help on the toilet, so this comes as a surprise. We get in a fight over the last bread roll one afternoon and I quit.
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Burned by the Stake

text by: Ambika Thompson // Canada || illustration by: tom moore // Germany

I was passing through the main square of a village, selling pelts so I could feed all the children I have at home, when a man tried to stick his hand up my skirt. Without hesitation I slapped him in the face
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Smear Signal

text by: Corinna Cliff // Germany || illustration by: tom moore // Germany

Eleanor froze. Unable to move, she saw Mandy materializing in front of the wall. She was drenched in blood, just as she looked like when they found her.
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Trans In Prison

text by: Calvin Gimpelevich // USA || illustration by: solundurraga & mujer gallina // Chile

What we know is there are trans people and there are prisons and sometimes the two overlap. It happens all over, but I’m from California, so let’s talk about the US.
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Girls Rock Japan – a transcontinental zine cooperation

questions by: Verena Spilker // Germany || answers + photo by: Girls Rock Camp // Japan

Girls Rock Japan was founded in Matsumoto, Nagano in 2013. Two of our founding members volunteered at the Rock ’n’ Roll Camp for girls in Portland that summer to learn how to organize Girls Rock Camp.
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Perfume Genius on pigs, kids and fame

questions by: Mareike Lütge & Verena Spilker // Germany || photo by: Jason Harrell // Germany

It’s changed. I mean, you know, the first album was a very manic feeling. It needed to come out and I was just doing it for myself. The second album was still personal, but I knew that there were going to be listeners. I kept them in mind while I was writing.

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