It’s always such a surreal feeling when a book you’ve worked on For So Long is finally out. For MOST FAMOUS SHORT FILM OF ALL TIME, that day is tomorrow. Here are Tucker’s own words about it–check it out and check out his book–it’s slippery and everywhere and important and about time. ❤
Talking about Most Famous Short Story of All Time by Tucker Lieberman
Some books are flings, some are an experience; but once in a while, you encounter a book where you have a True Relationship. It may have been the timing, the pieces of our puzzles that serendipitously overlapped, but if you sometimes come sit on the Couch, you may remember me absolutely losing my SHIT over Tucker Lieberman’s Ten Past Noon.
Happy? Proud? Amazed? Are not sufficient to describe what I’m feeling a good half a year later, as I am on the cusp of helping Lieberman release (what may be?) his magnum opus MOST FAMOUS SHORT FILM OF ALL TIME. Like NOON, SHORT FILM is also long and winding; many of its themes overlap. Like NOON, it continues on the trail of meta-writing, tipping points, obsession (my word, btw. not the author’s), social connections, American past present and future; ghosts, transsexual transcendence. In that sense, the two books seem to me perfect companions; SHORT FILM vibrates through a meta-reality, while NOON hums in a space of (creative) non-fiction.
But what I really love about SHORT FILM is its structure–chapterlettes that effortlessly lead you to the next one and the next. A narrative arc with strangely lovable and compellingly strange characters wielding the most salt-and-vinegar chips humor. Compulsively snackable AND blowing your mind with all the shit you’ve thought about but couldn’t quite articulate? It’s a rare combination. And one of the best parts? SHORT FILM recognizes the Importance of Being Earnest. There is so much wit and social observation, but no sneer. It’s a book that’s not afraid to be sincere and these days, I’m finding myself valuing THAT almost more than anything else.
Unfortunately, SHORT FILM is so long, this is the first book our press won’t be able to offer as a special edition (non-Amazon) print copy. : / At this time, I simply can’t find a printer that can print the book and not charge literally 100 EU three goats and a firstborn per copy. Amazon is nefarious and I hate it, but the good news is, SHORT FILM is also available for paperback pre-order on Bookshop! The layout (designed by Tucker, by the way), is just as !!! as everything else about this book. At any rate, here is an excerpt I really enjoy. It is especially topical, considering discussions regarding trans medical rights in the US right now. (And leading into the section ‘Transsexual Trauma Story’ are two mini chapters, so you can see the overall structure of the book.)
Excerpts: Stress Prevention, Of Course I’m OK, and Transsexual Trauma Story
More about SHORT FILM through Tucker’s own words, here on Medium.
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For anyone else, I hope you’ll take the time to check out this book; I really can’t recommend it highly enough!
I’m talking about death in this post.
I have missed coming to this blog and this post is fairly overdue–it was just something I wasn’t quite sure how to put into words, and you know that when I can’t put something into words, then it is weighty. I’m also not quite sure what the protocol or etiquette is in such a situation. But saying nothing and leaving no mark seemed even worse. So I’ll just say that one of my very good online friends died earlier this summer….
I won’t say much about this person on here, but he was one of my first trans friends after I came out. We talked for many years and shared a lot. Besides a friend and Lil Peep fan, he was a talented traditional, digital, and tattoo artist. I believe his people have taken down his public pages, so I cannot link to his work, but I won’t forget it. He loved the colors black, white, and red. His art was generally duo-chrome, raw and scratchy–he drew wolves, and scars, and buildings.
I drew this person many times over the years. He liked to be drawn and it would cheer him up–if you’ve seen my gore booklet that I made a few years back, that is him on the cover–and he is also the first model, ‘Laceration.’. Besides a talented artist, he was also a great photographer and took excellent pictures of himself and his surroundings. So here are my last pictures of him.
The last picture is a still-shot from my animation ‘Lonely Star.’ The physical aesthetic of a tall skinny loner who is always smoking, always wandering in the elements looking for someone or something was also partially inspired by my friend. You know moofs that I am an enormous Weeknd fan, but the song pick ‘Lonely Star’ is also a nod to the name he used to call me: his Star Brother. Unfortunately, while he saw still shots of the animation, he was gone before I could show him the whole thing. We had fallen out of touch this last year as he got deeper into his problems and it was a complete coincidence that I went back to the animation that I had abandoned two years before…
I am not a religious person, but I hope that wherever he is now, he is in a better place. I know that he suffered much, tried hard, and that he tried to bring his own brand of beauty into this world–which he did. I will not forget him; not his art, not his face, not the talks we had. Dear R, you deserved more.
Rest in peace, star brother < / 3
aka the bad flowers
This is a drawing I made a very long time ago. I have a complicated relationship with pregnancy, as I suspect most people have–either because they can get pregnant or because they cannot; because they have been expected to be pregnant or to make someone pregnant at some point in their life. Whatever our life is and at what point we are on it and with who, in the background, this topic seems to be always simmering, visceral; on so many lips again now that Roe vs. Wade has been overturned. This paragraph from pastor David Barnhart will always summarize to me so brilliantly the hypocrisy of the anti-choice movement:
“The unborn” are a convenient group of people to advocate for. They never make demands of you; they are morally uncomplicated, unlike the incarcerated, addicted, or the chronically poor; they don’t resent your condescension or complain that you are not politically correct; unlike widows, they don’t ask you to question patriarchy; unlike orphans, they don’t need money, education, or childcare; unlike aliens, they don’t bring all that racial, cultural, and religious baggage that you dislike; they allow you to feel good about yourself without any work at creating or maintaining relationships; and when they are born, you can forget about them, because they cease to be unborn. You can love the unborn and advocate for them without substantially challenging your own wealth, power, or privilege, without re-imagining social structures, apologizing, or making reparations to anyone. They are, in short, the perfect people to love if you want to claim you love Jesus, but actually dislike people who breathe. Prisoners? Immigrants? The sick? The poor? Widows? Orphans? All the groups that are specifically mentioned in the Bible? They all get thrown under the bus for the unborn.”
‘And when they are born, you can cease to forget about them.’ Why does it feel like so often, those who fight so passionately for the unborn child are the same who don’t believe in universal healthcare, improved education, social services; who think poverty is a fitting ‘punishment,’ and are happy to sacrifice entire lives of not just adults but these unborn (now born) children to play out their morality fantasies? I won’t foam and rage here against all the possible reasons for why Roe was overturned now; if this is a pushback to execute more control over ‘liberalism gone wild,’ or a more insidious need to ensure that the serfs never stop serfing.
But I will never not believe that until the fetus is not able to survive outside the womb, the person carrying it should be allowed to abort the fetus on the simple grounds of ‘I do not want to be pregnant anymore.’ WHATEVER THAT REASON MAY BE. And that the rights or needs of an unborn child–the LIFE of an unborn child–will NEVER be as important or as valuable as the rights, needs, and life of an already-born person, with a will, a memory, and a consciousness. Nor should it be.
One thing I like to do is to go into SAI and then open a document. A4 size. Fill the space with drawing. And then, just keep expanding the canvas (usually, from right to left) and expanding it and adding and adding more like a beaver building a visual dam, until my computer is panting and sweating and the drive starts snarfling like a throttled walrus—when we’ve crashed at least once, I know I have reached full saturation and the drawing can’t be expanded anymore.
So DARKNESSES is a book I am proof-reading right now, and it’s just FULL of the things I like to draw and thus really challenging for my concentration:
-vampires (people with pointy teeth in general)
-vampire lesbians in love?????
-People wearing tracksuits!? (the eastern eu in me sings).
DARKNESSES is a fast moving story that reads like a graphic novel: Full of twists, turns; a well-crafted plot, goood dialogue, characters I love–and opening up topics on the occult, mental illness, literary representation, social pressure, heartbreak, the financial anxiety that could press someone into a freaky Christian cult, what it is to love and be loved. And tons of delicious, carefully researched VAMPIRE (LITERARY) LORE!!
I was having a conversation with a good friend the other day, the gist of which was, it’s not always easy to talk about stuff online when there is always something bigger, sadder, more awful happening in the background. Any personal news you have to add to the cacophony seems either not sad enough or too buoyant. Like, wow, thousands of people are displaced at the Polish and Hungarian borders, seeking shelter…. People are still suffering the effects of COVID all over the world. Jason Derulo got slapped down the stairs of yet another awards ceremony…. here’s a picture I drew???
I haven’t been posting much, out of this sheer feeling of bruhhh have some SELF-AWARENESS, there is REAL SHIT happening right now. There are people smarter and better worded than you already commenting on said shit. So just shut up and move about. But then I think, maybe someone would like a not-so-serious update?
So despite all that is bad happening, and my own health not being the best (I seem to have some kind of… I’m not going to call it long COVID, but I did have COVID and now I’ve been on/off sick and having nosebleeds for the last month.) so anyway, despite all that, I’m… really happy with how life is going right now. A year and a half ago, I was so uncertain with my path, but I decided to stop what I was doing then to really focus on making books. This past year, I’ve designed multiple books (some, my own projects, some, for authors featured in our press) and I continued to have doubts. But I’ve met so many wonderful people, I’m in a writing discord now (!!!) and I’m really happy to announce that I actually got my first official book-design job, with a publishing house called Woodhall Press. We are wrapping up the project as I speak and I’m just like wait, I… me… meeeeee?
We are also THIS CLOSE to wrapping up our newest child over at tRaum Books and putting a kiss on his forehead and sending him off to school. This is Bryan Cebulski’s IT HELPS WITH THE BLUES, an introspective, lo-fi queer novella repping my favorite genre, BILDUNGSROMAN AKA People walk around, get into trouble, and learn shit about themselves AKA Nothing really happens, except you know, LOVE, LIFE, and DEATH. And Bryan has an eloquent way of capturing the voices of his characters and evoking a specific time and feel that really tugged at me when I first read his book, so I am so honored and pleased to be able to release this together with him! It is also in our signature pocket book format, so a perfect addition if you already have one of our other small books. I will be sending out all special edition copies on our official release date of April 11th (and making those packages nice!!), so if you want to jump on that train, you still have until then to grab a copy!
Our ITCH IO site still looks like balls, because I’ve been too harried to make it nice, but I will try to make it nice soon!!! Bryan’s book is also available on Gumroad, or on Amazon (and Amazon’s cream paper has upped their game, their POD book actually looks kind of.. pretty?) Cause yeah, this special edition books are not cheap ;////
To the …two people out there who are interested in MY writing, you are angels with good hearts and I swear I will also be coming out with one of my little books soon. I’ve just been in this state of, c’mon moof. Your writing is stooopid, let other people have a turn.
Take care and hope you are all safe out there ❤
I wanna love you but I better not touch (don’t touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
So I got interviewed?
Ok, interviewed is way too much. I got approached by an up-and-coming book site called Sheperd.com and asked to make an entry for their site. And I checked it out and their concept looked really interesting, so I participated! Basically, the site promotes a bunch of different books, and they will ask an author of a book they chose to feature to pick five other books to recommend. The works they pick should reflect the theme or feel of their own book, in some way.
What they approached me for was ‘a + e 4ever’ and it took me a while to think of a topic. (By the way, they asked that it not be something super broad). So I wondered if ‘best gay graphic novels’ would be considered too broad, but actually, I don’t even read THAT many graphic novels and I wouldn’t call myself an expert. (And I love say Fun Home and Nimona, but I would not say that someone who enjoyed those queer GNs would necessarily enjoy something I had written.)
So what kind of book am I lowkey an expert on? Why did I even make a/e? And as bad as it’s sounds— well, I suppose what I know a lot about is a certain kind of toxicity. I have a broken glass trail of relationships behind me, because for a long time, my confusion regarding myself made me confused regarding other people–and unclear as to what they wanted from me, and what I could give to them.
I think I’ve gotten better? (nervous laughter). But that confusion (and how it affects people) was a lot of what that particular book of mine vivisected, and if you are interested in that too, you might get a kick out of reading my little pitch over on Sheperd. ❤ (And/or just spend some time clicking around on the site–I actually really enjoyed checking out some of the authors’ articles and seeing the specific interests people had~!)
You can read my entry here: https://shepherd.com/best-books/queer-poisonous-relationships-with-angst
Also, some interesting news coming up with the press (new authors!!) so I’m excited about that. Hope you’re all having… a wonderful February. ❤
AKA David Lynch, ‘I don’t know why people expect art to make sense. Life doesn’t make sense.’ AKA The perfect reader is out there, they just might be living in the wrong century as you…. so like, don’t lose faith, pal. AKA I should trim all the wordfat off of this post, but if you moofs will indulge me, I just want to spray about everything this book made me feel, with no truncation. So without further ado.
You Only Have 30 Seconds Review: This book will make you think. This book will make you feel. It’s about creativity, life, death, what makes us human, and stop wanting to be human, and it will clean you house and clear your skin and enrich your mind, so go out and read this book! Ask your library to carry it so that others may read it. Buy a copy and support this author. It’s just so good. I’m in awe of this book and love it.
You Have Time to Hunker Down on the Toilet Length Review:
The perfect book or piece of media establishes its perfection by not making sense in the perfectly right way. (For me, I should add. For you, the definition might very well be quite different.) To paraphrase Lynch from an interview, the lack of making sense (in his case, cinematically) invites the viewer to process on a different avenue. Perhaps by opening the pathways to intuition. What Lieberman refers to as the ‘I just know.’
It’s difficult (and very easy) to say what TEN PAST NOON is about–the structure of the book jumps track multiple times, exactly producing that effect (that sense of falling back on intuition), until a picture starts to emerge, one that to me at least, was much more…. personal and emotional?? And profound? Than I would have ever expected. I am simply, in awe of this book (and you all know that I’m a crusty cantankerous old man who just isn’t impressed by ANYTHING anymore, so WOW!!)
NOON is about two men. One was called Edward Dilworth Cumming, living in the early-ish last century and the other is called Tucker Lieberman, living right now. It’s about trains. It’s about men without balls. And/or penises. Either because these parts were removed, or because they were never there to begin with. It’s about time. It’s about the United States of America. It’s about all the writers, thinkers, pedagogues, workers, scientists, architects and artists who shaped America. It’s about creativity. And the Big Questions.
The metanarrative (I believe) is about integrity. Whether that integrity is being applied to a book you are writing, or a Wikipedia article you are editing, or how you are describing your transness (if you are describing it) to a person who you know, deep down, absolutely does not give a fuck for your interpretation and has already accepted a previous interpretation of you that you never subscribed to. A book, a movie, a person. What is the ‘truth’ of it? What gives a project or a preoccupation value? Legitimacy? How can we make sense of the world when some of us believe in an objective truth and some of us don’t? (or at least, not an objective truth beyond one’s own person).
If you’ve been on the Couch for a while, you know that these questions, in some form or another, are often coming up around here. And they are ALL addressed in TEN PAST NOON, with such erudition, such humor, such depth and knowledge, with such a wide variety of supporting texts (from poetry around the world, obscure manuscripts, to song lyrics), that I was simply blown away? No, ‘blown away’ is a much more… no, imagine me running in a meadow clicking my heels up in a field of buttercups, yawping. I was DELIGHTED! To quote Mari Kondo, this book SPARKED MAJOR INTELLECTUAL AND PHILOSOPHICAL JOY. I started to make marks in pencil. Then, I started to use little sticky tab things, until my copy began to resemble a hedgehog. Eventually, I got the feeling I just wanted to draw a big red READ ALL OF THIS AND TELL EVERYONE mark around the entire book.
Authenticity is not just about our idea of our “true selves.” It is also about how we navigate bumps in the road, how we deal with people who are in our way, and how we talk about this. Sometimes people want to hurt us for talking about it. Facing this work is an existential dread in itself, because, if we fail, we dishonor the importance of our own perspectives.Tucker Lieberman
‘…we dishonor the importance of our own perspective.” FUCk!!!!! Just punch me in the face, Mr. Lieberman?? And what about the anxiety one may feel over having the impertinence to even consider that one’s perspective may be important enough to garner honor or dishonor to begin with? Because an important metanarrative of this book seemed about what happens to our psyche when we cannot or are not allowed to be who we are at all times. Sure, none of us are who we are at ALL times; all of us, in some ways and in some situations, must compartmentalize or play a role. But especially from a trans perspective, this can after a while, have dire consequences… (As not having the ability to express what we must can have dire consequences, or ‘dishonoring our perspective,’ because we do not have the strength or guts to STAND UP for our perspective). The times I have been most disappointed by myself were the times when I hadn’t the courage to stand up for something I had worked on or something that I AM.
Such a person ends up leading two lives: one that dismisses the idea that anything they think/create is of any use (to yourself or otherwise) and another, where they are getting clawed to death by the idea that SOMETHING here, must be valuable. Maybe not horribly unique. Or important. But still having some value. Like the two (or more) trans narratives you may have on hand: one that is the palatable version anyone may understand (certainly, your gatekeep-y specialist), regarding a thirst for He-Man merch and the urge to fuck girls in the back of a muscular pick-up truck. The narrative for the friends who don’t have your back. The more complicated narrative for the friends who do. Then the narrative that will never be put into any vessel that can be transferred into another body. Cue all the trans metaphors and all the creative metaphors I usually read into books, but in the case of this book THEY WERE AND ARE ALL THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But integrity is just the tip of this iceberg. The first car? Or track? To continue with the book’s train metaphor. There’s love in TEN PAST NOON, there’s creativity, there’s loneliness and madness. (Think, the wit of David Foster Wallace and metanarratives.) There’s a firm grounding in a time and a place, that time when trains and subways were first beginning to change the American landscape and perspective of time (think, the energetic, lyrical lists of Whitman’s ‘Song of Myself,’ but with updated awareness.)
Think something like those works and those writers, but also a book and a writer comparable to nothing and nobody. A wholly unique piece. A masterpiece.
‘I love you for everything you are, everything you will be, and everything you never can be.’
Is something someone important once said to me, and that is the type of rare love I felt emanating from this book. (I don’t believe the word ‘love’ ever features.) But still, the feeling was. Self love. Love for others. Fascination for others. A desire to do better. Be better. A self-improvement story. A fascination story. What is the good life? I can only speak for myself, but for the self, a the good life is one filled with FASCINATION—
This book is a song of myself—a song of yourself—a song of Lieberman—and a continuation of the non-fiction protagonist’s, Edward Dilworth Cumming’s, song. Or, as he is referred to in most of the book, ‘Ned.’ Much of the text focuses on Ned’s fascination, and how his failure to find satisfaction with his own white whale project, may have been the driving factor in his eventual suicide. (Go back to what happens when a social perspective and private perspective can NEVER meet.) On one track, a man fails to complete his book, leads a generally unsatisfying sounding life and kills himself. On another track, a man completes a book about another man’s failure to complete a book. He’s just recently (I believe) passed the age of the other man, when he had died. —
Ned’s life work that he never was able to finish focused on—eunuchs. Eunuchs are a subset of men perhaps more broadly imagined to be incapable of leading a ‘satisfying’ life.
Why was Cumming drawn to the study of eunuchs? Enough to dedicate his entire life to attempting to codify some GUET (Grand Unified Eunuch Theory)? What does it mean when we sublimate the things we cannot acknowledge or clearly say about ourselves, into our creative (fiction or nonfiction or biomythography (Audre Lorde’s word) or metanarrative? Meta research?) Lieberman, who seems to identify with Ned in some ways, has his own theories, and here is where the magic thread comes out.
The thread ties Ned to Lieberman. You follow it as the reader. The thread ties both of them to— a tug. You look down. At some point you realize, you are looking down at your own feet. The thread is wound around your own ankles. You are firmly in this bitch. You think, how lucky was every and any person who could state clearly who and why they were, not having to leave behind some wildly obscure Morse Code for someone else to decipher (or not.)
A creation is a communication—even unpublished. even shown to nobody.—when we bother to put it out of our brain, we do this for a REASON. The reason might be what I call creative disassociation.(In pictures and stories and fixation projects, I created people and scenes and situations that made more sense to me that what was around me.) Or do we hope for understanding? Eventual recognition? I cannot answer for others, but …I hope only to transfer a certain energy. To give someone a certain inspiration. Even if that inspiration is “wow, you fucked this up royally, but your heart was in the right place. Let me take this piece and run it a little further.” You fly with a seed in your mouth until you get tired, and maybe another bird, a smarter bird, faster bird, better flying bird will pick it up. Maybe Ned hoped for that too somewhere—and his perfect reader/collaborator came along almost a hundred years later, in the form of Lieberman. A reader, a thinker who could appreciate everything Ned had done and everything he couldn’t do. You know, the old, Ned walked so that Tucker could run. But he had to exist, however flawed, so that him and Lieberman could eventually ‘meet’ (wherever they first met). The culmination of this meeting is the masterpiece TEN PAST NOON now in my hands. WHAT A RIDE!
Why did this resonate so hard with me? I mean, beyond that it was so meticulously researched and so artfully put together? I guess it was in some ways, so comforting? Reassuring?
It’s hard to see the effect of what we do. We can only try our best. People who come later will always know more. The YOU who comes later, will also know more. It’s hard to give yourself slack. To not beat yourself up for not knowing better. It’s hard as a creative person to not have constant first-hand embarrassment of your work’s shortcomings. Your blind spots. That rhythmic feeling of shame of oh god, why am I so fixated on this? It’s so STOOPID. (Another topic discussed a lot here on this couch.) Hell, hardly a week goes by that I don’t think of this:
“I regret all of my books. It is one of the tragedies of life that one cannot have all the wisdom one is ever to possess in the beginning. Perhaps, it is just as well to be rash and foolish for a while. If writers were too wise, perhaps no books would get written at all. It might be better to ask yourself “Why?” afterwards than before. Anyway, the force from somewhere in Space which commands you to write in the first place, gives you no choice. You take up the pen when you are told, and write what is commanded. There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you.”Zora Neale Hurston
Those who come later may pity us, but may also have compassion. Creativity (intellectual, artistic, literary) is such a message-in-a-bottle endeavor. Sometimes, you feel so fucking useless. Like damn, maybe I SHOULD just go French kiss a train? I mean, everyone else is catching fish, or fixing nets, or being productive, and my dummass is sitting here tossing bottles filled with messages, out into the sea. Oh god, you think. Stop! What for? It’s not going to reach someone who will get it. It’s not going to reach someone who will go Aha. Or even, hmm. Wrong, but he has a point.
It will just sink to the bottom. Or the bottle will break and a turtle will eat the note (so now, your thirst for intellectual camaraderie was not only futile, it also killed a turtle. A turtle death dries on your soul.)
But here comes TEN PAST NOON. And it says (amidst all the other things it is saying), hey… It’s okay! You’re not the only person tossing bottles into the ocean. And you’re not the only person fishing them out, and reading them. So, hang in there? Have some faith? And you say, thanks. I needed to hear that.
And isn’t creating something so that you can carry on—creating something that inspires others to carry on—-isn’t that what any of this is about?
Visit the author at: www.tuckerleiberman.com
…is a paraphilia regarding statues, dolls, and/or mannequins.
It’s also the name of my sketchbook (which is finished now). (No, I uhh, don’t personally experience attraction to dolls or statues, but if someone makes some kind of media about statue obsession, I will be RIGHT THERE.) I know I talk a lot so this post will just be pictures. Warning for the regular shit
Inspiration for images in orderish
-Chloe x Have Mercy (This is an entire video of Chloe turning men to stone and then making out with their statues!!)
-Model Adwoa Aboah
–These violent delights have violent ends / And in their triumph die, like fire and powder / Which as they kiss consume.
-Close-up shot of Rodin’s statue The Vanquished
-Dawn FM (featuring Emily’s hand.) The WEEKND has come out with a new album DAWN FM it’s amazing and I recommend you all LISTEN TO IT.
–Lil Nas X x Felix from Stray Kids (LIL NAS falls from the stars and after a long search for love, he MARRIES his guitar, because music was his love all along –is a very loose interpretation of his video, but….)
If you want to see my original Agalmatophilia post, where I talk more about Rodin’s famous statue, you can read it here.
And that’s about it, so stay warm and safe, my moofs. ❤
This is a good last post for this Year—– so, for any of my Lovely Readers who moonlight as supernatural homos (or just have an interest in the topic) –a wonderful friend and my adopted tran child has pointed me in the direction of a project they are multi-level involved in: as a writer and an editor. Now I know this person to be a meticulous and passionate writer, so I am excited to read their own contribution to an LGBT VAMPIRE ZINE!
Preorders have been extended until January 5th of this next year. Check it out:
The design looks so slick and fancy and there are goodies unlocked as the pre-order count rises for physical copies (the last post says they are already at 69 orders, so if I’m not mistaken, that means on the way to chained enamel pins???)
Even better, the proceeds go to a good cause (supporting the Quilute Tribe – Move to Higher Ground) so check it out if you can. Treat yourself to some gay vamp content; support queer and trans art and stories–including the submission from my own child!!
Pre-order your own copy (digital or physical) HERE.
Last but very not least, hope you all have a great last few days of this tumultuous year. Keep safe and warm. ❤