The first page of this zine kinda made me nervous: “oh no, more death poetry stolen from my grade 8 journal! How did all these girls get their hands on it?” But Erin urges herself past it. The fuel that fills her tank seems to be anger, but hey, if it gets ya moving, use it! I favoured several pieces in a row: Getting Myself Off, If You Want to Fuck Me, Something Else Entirely, Playing Femme, and Freak Girls are Fucking Cool. Within these she covers: masturbation, hot switchy sex, sexual abuse, sexual orientation, gender identity, and freaky girls. The next section features some a-okay discussions, stories, and rants, but again: be prepared for that fuel! This section made the zine worth the read for me. I would have preferred if Erin continued in this vein, but I guess she preferred to move back into the death poetry arena. This poetry has moved beyond the grade 8 variety, however: “wrap these sentences / around my neck / cut off my breath / I’ll hang limp / dangling from my / good intentions.” Hey, not everything is a bowl of cherries. (heze d)
Perzine, #1, 22 pgs, $1, Erin O’Reilly-Doxsee, [email protected]