sweetheart redux

Today's contest is for a purse, scarf or set of coasters (your choice) handmade by me , and all you have to do to enter is guess at which age I lost my virginity.  JUST KIDDING!  I find the subject of virginity loss totally repulsive.  REALLY what you have to do if you would like a chance to win a homemade gift is to submit a beautiful line or paragraph from a novel or poem (make sure to credit the writer in your submission, which you should put in the"Comments").    The most beautiful one wins. Good luck! (oh, just to clarify, virginity itself isn't a gross topic to me, just society's prurient obsession w/ virginity loss as well as some of the sexist myths that go along w/ it, like the idea that if a woman doesn't bleed the first time, she's lying about her virginity, etc). Gross! - Virginity Scene Purse Coasters Scarf

I keep mentioning how I'm too embarrassed to read over most of what I wrote as a teen that's been in these old zines I'm posting.  Well one thing I do think is fun to read is my lists of things.  For instance I had a friend who was really into heavy metal and had pictures from magazines covering every square inch of her wall, and I cataloged who all the pictures were of and put that list in an issue, and later when she turned punk I cataloged and published the list of who all the new magazine pages were of (from Kiss to L7, etc.).  I have a bunch of DVD's, and tonight I began to catalog them , only making it thru 2 double-shelved shelves so far.  I still have another bookcase to go, another night.  Some of these dvd's were mine or my husband's before we met each other, some were bought impulsively while "on" something on a sadness shopping spree at Target , some were like Secret Santa gifts from work Xmas parties in Conference Rooms, some are my fa...

Originally published in August 1996, this is the penultimate Sweetheart zine, my middle school and high school zine.

 Hello friends, this here is #9 of the zine I published in middle school and high school, published April 1996. 

I haven't been very chatty on here this past week.  I feel down because of my own usual problems, but also the news has really been getting me down this week, mostly the mass shooting in OC and the sad details I keep hearing about the country singer Mindy McReady's suicide.  I tried to enact a Harry Potter movie only viewing policy in my house for the week, for the window of time we watch TV at night, to avoid the real world and the news, but since I am not a somehow/magically all-seeing, all-knowing, all-powerful 9 year old, this enactment went unheeded.  Anyway this morning I was thinking about these 3 movies that I loved in my teens that I grouped all together because they were all traumatically sad and poignant to the point where I could only watch them once in my whole life (except the Sterile Cuckoo, which I think I would watch once DAILY if I could find a copy anywhere), even though I used to count them among my favorite movies.  They are David and Lisa (19...