Hi, my friend hotsoup is really into radical feminism and recently she started a zine with her friends. She asked me if I wanted to write something for it. I'm not really into that stuff but I decided to think about it and this is what I came up with.
P.S. if you want to submit to this zine let me know
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I changed my mind. I decided I'd rather post to Blogger than LiveJournal. So, stop reading this, and read that instead.
I dreamt that I met a really cute girl and we went out on several dates. When I woke up I decided I would rather continue dreaming, so I did, and I ended up sleeping for 10 hours. By the time I woke up I had already met her mother and we were living together.
Sitting in my bedroom trying to get over the memory of the funeral reception I was just at and the faux pas I made there. When I got in the door a mosquito-eater bug slipped in behind me. I tried to shoo it outside but it stayed in. I feel like the memory of the reception slipped inside the house with the bug. Is that a little schizoid, maybe? I can't really tell. Once you acknowledge something, that gives you the ability to let it go. I think maybe acknowledging this here will assist with the letting go part.
Dreamt I was riding through a ruin on a steep mountainside by the ocean in China. Our little car kept going underneath these stone arches and doors, but it looked totally abandoned. Finally we drove underneath an arch and came to a dark place where there was an ancient building many stories high, open to the sky far away at the top. We stopped the car underneath the little beacon of sun from the skylight and looked around. It was eerily quiet. Then we peeked inside one of the hallways and there was a stairway leading down to artificial light in the basement and some noise down there. We walked down the stairs and it was an American comic book shop. There were a lot of Chinese and Westerners happily chatting about comics and sifting through the product. We noticed all the prices were in RMB so it meant they were really cheap. Then I saw that someone had translated doujinshi into English and printed it on glossy paper-- the really boring kind, that just tell short stories. I was overjoyed and bought a dozen copies. Then someone told me there was a doujinshi about the life of Nichiren that had been translated on the opposite wall, so I went and started looking through the comics.
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