If by ‘fuck the police’ you mean fuck the corrupt, prejudiced, racist system then yes, fuck the police, but if you mean fuck the police for stopping you from smoking weed and getting away with illegal behaviour then no, fuck you.
do you identify as a dyke (or equivalent) who lives in a city (or equivalent)?? if so, please submit art/writing to my zine!! hopeful publication date December 1 2014. anywhere between 1-4 pages (it’s gonna be 1/4 page size, very petite, so keep that in mind) on your experiences as a dyke in a city. the general topic of the first issue is gonna be: what brings you to the city? pls message me with questions and I’ll answer them all.
submission deadline: November 1st. pass it on to yr dyke/city friends!!
THIS IS ART
On another level
Vegan BBQ chicken wings at Red Bamboo in Greenwich village. One of the best things I have ever eaten.
At blockheads in manhattan—Celebrating putting a deposit on our new apartment with a margarita with a shot of orange juice and a split of champagne in it. Everything I want a mimosa to be and more.
Vegan Sunday brunch! Tofu scramble with kale and tomatoes, and buttermilk biscuits!