Rosemary @honeybrew_coffee@computerfairi.es

The first spell was cast successfully and the seasoning is almost... purple? Very interesting. Gonna do a couple more layers and get this bad boy back into good shape.

Engaging the dark sorceries¹

¹Seasoning my cast iron

I keep looking at the pictures I took in that look and going "damn femmes are so pretty" and then remember that was me in that look

Every time I do a full face and a dress look I feel about 3,000% fruitier for weeks

The act of making something is dipping your hands into the stream of countless people across a vast expanse of time and bringing them back to life even if it's for just a moment. But that moment lives on in the lifespan of the object you made, this is what an afterlife is to me.

Kinda like how when I'm woodworking I feel the millennia of knowledge distilled into the sharp edges of my knowledge, when I'm making a pot I feel the muddy fingers of someone making the same thing a myriad ago

Fixing my copies and folding them and remembering the pleasure of engaging in making zines. It makes me feel like a 16th century printmaker about to drop a killer pamphlet (it's just poems).

I look so sexy tonight it's ridiculous, I'm usually so butch but it's s dress + makeup night and black is a lovely lipstick color

I'm but a simple and humble gay— if you're queer and wear a respirator I'm probably gonna swoon

Meeting a cute woman at the library who not only like PBTA games but also!!! Is wearing an N95, like AAA!

Sometimes I think it would be cool to have an awesome giant gravity sword that allowed me to teleport and do awesome stuff in battle against evil and then I think about how my hands were made to create beautiful things and to love and while I still want to be able to teleport and do cool acrobatic actions through the air I am happy that I am able to instead love well and bring beauty to this world.

I'm gonna get it scanned for printing another time but here we go! My first completed zine in years— Guileless: A Collection of Three Poems By Rosemary Lark

Now to finish the zine where I express my love for and extol the virtues of pillow princesses

There, made my first zine in years. Guileless, a collection of three poems. Will post later

I'm just doing the ding dang thing dings and dangs be damned. Did I get it two thirds of the way done and realize that I have it oriented in a less than ideal way? Yeah. Am I gonna publish it this way anyways? Yeah.

I'm slowly getting stronger, my biceps can hardly fit in my shirt today, this is exciting news as someone who lost all their muscle mass due to severe illness years ago

I miss my old zine club, where I got to make zines with people who barely knew any of those things and made them for the expressive joy of making something, where the adults just doodled and the kids made the funniest comic books you have ever read in your life. It made it easier to just be messy and slap it together.