Rosemary @honeybrew_coffee@computerfairi.es

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.

In think what always trips me up when trying to make a zine is that I get caught up with attempting to be technically precise. But it's hard not to when I spent my childhood running around printing presses and I have the technical knowhow. I eagerly advocate for the "do it; and if it must be messy in order to get it done at all, do it messy" ideology but struggle to apply it to myself.

It's been ages since I've been able to collaborate with another craftsperson/artist/storyteller and it's always such a joy

I really need to find a local leather worker. Partly because I want to get a strap and some harnesses but also because I would love to collaborate as a woodworker to make things with other people

I think I'll make burritos tonight

I cannot express how important it is to protect your community by making, especially when sick. Despite all my efforts, despite my respirator and air filter, i caught somethung at work. I haven't had a respiratory infection in three years before this