Reckless Chants #21: Now We Are 21 - available for preorder (zine will be completed and sent out by mid-October). $4.00 + shipping.

Between 68-76 pages (won’t be sure until all the writing and layout work is completed). 1/2 letter size.

Essays about punk/identity and punk as identity, the Persian Gulf War and how I developed my political consciousness, the 1980 film Times Square, the death of Tommy Ramone, and dealing with oppressive racist pseudo-punx/what to do when your heroes betray you. Stories about getting crushes on girls, growing up queer in a midwestern town, punk shows in Chicago and Kenosha, making out with girls at bars, diners, stick and poke tattoos, friendship, exploring the hidden places of Milwaukee, and the end of the summer. + an interview with Megan Ann Metcalf, curator of the recent LGBTQIA zine exhibit at UWM!


Also available for preorder - the Reckless Chants #21 Super Extra Fun Pack. $6.00 + shipping.

If you order the Super Extra Fun Pack, not only do you get a copy of RC 21 - you also receive buttons, stickers, a CD copy of the official Reckless Chants #21 soundtrack, and a few other fun odds n’ ends. It’s worth the extra two bucks, I promise.


All preorders will help me pay for the first print run. If you can’t preorder (or even if you can), it would be great if you could repost and signal boost this information! Thanks!

The zine will also be available for trade (to those of you who I’ve already talked about trading with - we’re still on, I’m just not putting it up for trade publicly yet) or for $$ sent by post, but not until I have completed and printed it. I’ll repost ordering info when that happens. It will also be available from me, in person, at Milwaukee Zine Fest on November 8th.

Ya it’s a boat

Ya it’s a boat













"we’ve normalized guns and violence through video games….yet we still find tampons and menstruation unspeakable"

^^^that right there.

(via thedirtyoldgentleman)



We are officially en route to Canada!

The air smells like Lake Superior

My birthday month continues! And this was my awesome cake designed by the awesome Charlotte!!! (Original photo by Flip Cassidy)

My birthday month continues! And this was my awesome cake designed by the awesome Charlotte!!! (Original photo by Flip Cassidy)

Drowned ear achievement unlocked! Welcome back rain!

Drowned ear achievement unlocked! Welcome back rain!

“Dark thing,
make a myth of yourself:

all women turn into lilacs,

all men grow sick of their errant scent.
You could learn

to build a window, to change flesh
into isinglass, nothing

but a brittle river, a love of bone.” Jennifer Chang, from “This Corner of the Western World,” The History of Anonymity (University of Georgia Press, 2008)

(Source: a-pair-of-ragged-claws, via rustbeltjessie)

@feralmusician practice

@feralmusician practice





This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

Let me tell to you a thing.

This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

She was perfect.

But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.


(via mschaos)


Watch Nick Cave and Kylie Minogue perform “Where the Wild Roses Grow” for the first time in 15 years!!! —-> 


Watch Nick Cave and Kylie Minogue perform “Where the Wild Roses Grow” for the first time in 15 years!!! —-> 


Glittery goodness from Tom Ford at London Fashion Week.



Glittery goodness from Tom Ford at London Fashion Week.


Taking my emchy no shoes act on the road!

Taking my emchy no shoes act on the road!



this will never be not funny.

(via queenfeminist)


Hobo Love Tour: We Are the Good Eggs

from the Hobo Love Tour with rustbeltjessie

tonight was neutral grounds show and so much win. the crowd was small but full of excitement and post show exuberance. we sold much merch and the tip basket was generous. smallest and most lucrative show yet.

the day has been a dream. the most passionate and overwhelming day. the idea of leaving this city has me full of grief and longing. i don’t know if real life can really keep me from this much longer. Our New Friend took us down to bywater and some of the best sweet potato pancakes of my life. and then it was explore the marigny, explore bywater, go out to the old golf course that’s been overrun and abandoned since the Hurrican and walk walk walk.

after our show we went back to our place near Esplanade and back down to the Spotted Cat. Such good music. i thought my face would crack from joy.

the moments - from the drive in to the right now

1. moon the color of a bonfire rising out of swamp fog above the mississippi

2. the field guide to the black forest

3. she played accordion on her neck, singing with her ribs pushing out the bellows of her lungs

4. the murder ballads of copper harbor

5. walking down the street dancing with the trees

6. daytime cicadas are drowning out the car stereo

7. there are carnical lights on all the park signs. nature is a party

8. she picked a heart shaped leaf off of the flagstone sidewalk on esplanade

9. got a drink on frenchman with a bisexual bathroom where the whiskey came in plastic cups

10. there’s always trash on the shore of the most beautiful rivers

11. wods are rolling with the beat of our wheels. our steps. the rustle of our feet through the abandoned grass of the Hurrican golf course

12. sitting in the Apple Barrel I tell her how the lagoon smelled like ever good childhood memory I’ve ever had. i could live here and smell my youth every day. I tell her this and tear fill my eyes blending with the smoke and the whiskey,  love this town where leaving breaks my ehart.

13. she found broken bricks in the streetside trash can

14. the tear of your hat. smooth and soft like a velveteen rabbit, turning this drive into something safe and familiar.

15. Al Green played by a jazz band on Frenchman with the drums rolling it forward like the night can’t end in anything but complete lusty wonder. my face is about to break with awe. wiith absolute fucking win.

16. an old bluesman who just finished his set at a different club comes up. you’re a big fine lady. i like big fine ladies. if ic ould take a big fine lady like you home i’d be satisfied.

17. a Brazilian man in New Orleans for the last six months thinks my tattoo is beautiful. i can’t stop thinking of Roberto Bengnini.

18. His name is Eric and his family owns a famous New Orleans restaurant. He wants me to go do coke with him in the bathroom. He promises he won’t tell. When I refuse and we leave the bar he finds us at where we’ve stopped for food. Not recognizing me. He wants to buy me a drink and then asks if his nose is clean. Do we like to party?

19. a dog howls over near the train tracks where a haunting whistle sounds. at the same moment a police siren runs down the street and it’s the same mournful sound from all of us. something is lost. something is found. in this place where dreams are pale and wan next to the lush sweat on the neck of a cool night in a hot bar and the band just throbs. go man go.

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