Three dear friends (Lucy, Lulu, Francisco) and I put together a little zine we call Lingus, that challenges traditional ideas of sex, gender, and trying to navigate this world we call San Francisco as twenty-somethings.
We all wrote juicy content, Lulu made some killer drawings, there’s a photograph courtesy of Francisco, and we spent one night hand-binding 50 copies for people we love, who live near and far.
If you didn’t get a copy, never fear! We might do a second print run. If you’re very nice, you can ask for a PDF of the text, although it won’t really be the same experience at all, because contrary to shifting belief, some things are not available online.
(And for those in the audience wondering, what exactly is a zine? We’ve got you covered.)