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Tag Archives: non-binary
BookCampTO: Part One: I Was Gonna Write About Writing But Instead I Wrote About Privilege
Around the end of August, I went to BookCampTO, my first time at the annual unconference. They were celebrating their 5th year with a theme of “Alive! Surviving & Thriving.” I was nervous about attending: Am I a real writer … Continue reading
This is why I no longer participate in local zine communities.
All right, this is for my zine friends who ask me, “What’s the zine community like in Guelph?” and for those of you who wonder why I hardly ever table at zinefests in Canada anymore, but instead scrounge up the … Continue reading
That awkward moment when somebody fucks up your pronoun.
Dave Cave and I were gonna make a video post about using coffee as an antidepressant, but it turned into a conversation about gender & pronouns instead. At first, I thought we’d just start over, but then we decided to … Continue reading
Dear Diary: Can we talk about self-injury without making fun of ourselves?
Dear Diary, I have eighteen fresh scars on my arms, and I’m not sure why. What I do know is that I wanted to be invisible today, but I couldn’t, and maybe this was second best. I don’t have the … Continue reading
Broken Pencil and Canzine: We need to talk about this. (Part Two)
This is a follow up to Part One. Strangely enough, this past Sunday was probably my best experience of Canzine yet. I had a good day, I did not freak out, I talked to all sorts of wonderful folks, and … Continue reading
Broken Pencil and Canzine: We need to talk about this. (Part One)
[I wrote this on October 20th, 2011, and chose not to publish it until after attending Canzine and having some time to think about this year’s experience of the event.] I am writing this a few days before attending Canzine, … Continue reading
Maranda Elizabeth 