Lovers and revolutionaries will enjoy this zine in an extra-special way, though I’m sure even the lonely and apolitical would agree that it’s great. Stories like ‘The Bittersweet Eternal’ and ‘Baby Che’ made me laugh, while ‘She Walks Like a Cowboy’ gave me a serious case of the warm and fuzzies. On encountering a particularly ‘deep’ boy, Weary notes; “His long black lashes dust his pale cheeks. He is dressed predictably in black jeans and a shapeless black turtleneck sweater.” And as he babbles on she tries to play footsies with him under the table. Poletto’s enigmatic photographs are a perfect compliment to the voices in the text, providing an ample playground in which the imagination can reconvene with characters. I suggest you send for it now, because when Weary is famous this zine will be a collector’s item. (MM)