Hi. This I the photo from the back cover of the first issue of Townies. I love it because I took it on a disposable camera when I was in the 3rd grade, but I still really love it now and it makes me feel deeply connected to the child I was then, as well as where I was when I took it (home). I’m so happy that I was able to put together this zine and also so grateful for the interactions I’ve had with so many beautiful people of all ages and backgrounds about growing up “different” in small towns, whether they manifested in heartfelt conversations or just wise, knowing looks. Taking on this project has been really valuable to me, but it’s also not about me. More than anything I want to give a voice and a community for everyone who thought they were alone, both then and now. All of which is to say that I would really love for anyone who relates to the message of Townies (and I know so many of you do!) to share your stories and experiences with me so that I can share them with the 🌍. Previously I stated that submissions for the 2nd issue closed on Nov. 5, but I’m leaving them open on a rolling basis, at least until I have enough to put together the second issue. Im so excited with what I have so far, and I’m even more pumped to keep going but I really need your help to make something beautiful and meaningful. I want so badly to hear from you and spread our collective light!💕🌻🏠🌠
I will be vending issue 1 of TOWNIES at #bettyzinefest on OCT. 7!!! Presented by Paul Robeson Galleries and Gallery Aferro. There will be zines, workshops, and artwork by dope womyn/poc hotties from all over so come on down to Newark baybeeeeee. TY @thebettyz 💞 #bzf2017
And we’re back!!!🌟🌟🌟🌟
Issue 1 has been lit (more on that soon) and I’m ready to do it again, bigger, sharper, and sexier!
To reiterate, we’re looking for art, photography, and writing from POC and QTPOC folks who are from or currently live in suburban/rural/small town America that in some way, directly or abstractly, addresses that experience. Spread the word and send all submissions and inquiries to email@example.com
**I also want to add that in the process of talking to friends and collaborators about this project, I’ve realized that reflecting on this specific experience brings up pain/trauma for a lot of people and can be difficult to revisit or translate into art. But I’d like to remind everyone thinking of submitting that joyful experiences are welcomed and encouraged also! I started this project intending it to be a celebration of suburban/rural towns as much as a critique and analysis. Though there were some shitty aspects of growing up where I did, I also love a lot of aspects about my town(s) and have many favorite places and fond memories and lasting friendships. So if instead of focusing on the bad parts, you want to write an essay that’s an ode to your town’s local jam band, or do a photo series about the parking lot where you and your friends used to bullshit, that’s cool too! 💙
DEADLINE IS NOVEMBER 5th, 2017!!!!!
For anyone who’s been interested in buying a copy of the first issue of TOWNIES:
I will be selling the zine THIS SATURDAY, July 22nd, at SECRET PROJECT ROBOT (1186 Broadway, Brooklyn, NY 11221) as part of BUFU’s Open Market from 2-10pm!!!
Plz come thru to buy one, support me, support independent art/publishing, support BUFU‘s amazing month of programming, and also Papi Juice is having a cookout and market there at the same time so it’s gonna b a partee regardless!!
by Vann Rose
When I was born, I was cut from my mother’s womb, like a bullet that had worn its welcome in the thigh of a once young soldier.
Swaddled in a mixture of fraud and deceit, Mother held me to her breast, inches away from the warmth that was her womb; the force of the world’s cold touch riddled my pristine skin.
Even then I did not cry.
Continue reading “Some Assembly Required”
by Daniel Nguyen
There was nothing to do in this shitty town where the strip malls closed at 8.
Being here was just like being dead and being dead was just like being alone.
Miko was my friend in Japan while all the people here slept.
Continue reading “Vampire”