April found us in Nebraska at The Omaha Zine Fest, where zinesters of many types, sizes, and colors gathered to sell, share, and trade their personal creations.
I find these gatherings to be energizing and revitalizing. They help lay the seeds for the germination of new ideas.
Over the last couple of years, I’ve rediscovered a long time passion: Zines! A while back a friend was making them, and through our conversations, drew me in. Her flair was converting old Live Journal blog posts into zines, and then bad goth poetry. She then introduced me to Charissa Lucille, the creator of the Fem Static Zine and owner of Wasted Ink Zine Distro (WIZD).
This introduction led me to create my first zine: Please don’t call me a Lesbian, I’m a Freak. I traded most of them at my first zine fair, and then other people bought copies.
Making something out of nothing:
Last September I tabled my first ZineCon in Kansas City, Missouri. I was excited because it took submitting an application and being accepted. I had left the Zine Community in Phoenix when we moved to the heartland and I was a little afraid I wouldn’t find the queers and the outcasts in a place where most of the country’s grain is grown.