Zine Fest in NY; or Trashtastic Homopunk Makes Us Rash Up With Pleasure

Did you miss us? Did you even notice we were gone? Well, after a much needed week long break (which unfortunately was not the same case for our livers), we have a shit load of fantastic stuff lined up, and some very exciting news. First off, the lovely and fantastically sexy guys over at TRY STATE magazine, who we have massive throbbing envy hard-ons for their magazine, have graciously invited us to join them at their table for the New York Zine Festival , coming up at the end of the month. If everything goes as planned, we will be packing our bags and taking our humble little zine across the boarder to hob knob and rub beards and elbows with some amazing publishers and artists/editors, and other such creative and brilliant types. And now, on with the show! Think you have strange sexy time fantasies? Well, you ain't seen nothing yet.

Enter HOMOPUNK

This amazingly strange and surreal fantasy gone wrong is a mash up menagerie of childhood fantasies and food fetishes, bent over the trash bin and fucked up the ass with a nice hit of acid on the tip to start things off right. Its all in the name, HOMOPUNK, need we say more. Its part brilliant, part inbred behind the barn, part disturbing and yet still oddly very appealing all at the same moment. The rawness of it all makes our bums rash up just thinking about it, and yet we still find our hands uncontrollably migrating down into our undies for a good tug. Why do we kind of feel a bit dirty after though? Maybe because we secretly, deep down inside, kind of like it, or at the very least, are fascinated with it. 

Is it Porn? Is it Art? Or is it both, or neither? We will leave you to decide for yourselves. All we know is that we can't help but be a little intrigued by it all. After all, how boring would life be without things like this to make us question our personal and social boundaries.