In which we review 2018 goals
Category: Blog
Recommended Food Zines and New Stickers
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Upcoming Events: Fall for Zines and Geek Girl Con 2018
In which we sell our goods.
News and Updates April 2018
Pateron, Spring for Zines, and more.
2018 Goals and 2017 in Review
My 2017, like that of a lot of other queer individuals, was a year of great personal and professional growth, but was one of the worst political years on record in my adult life.
Interview: “Addressing Gender Norms and Sexual Orientation Through Food”
Read a new interview about gender, food, and our zine on Foodie Underground!
Announcement: The Corners of Their Zine: A Queer Food Zine
I’ll Make It Myself! and Robin Elan Art are proud to present our first collaboration: The Corners of Their Mouth: A Queer Food Zine, in which we use recipes and comics to ask the hard-hitting questions:
2017 Goals and 2016 in Review
2016, what the heck even. You were the worst year: everyone died, including a significant number of queer icons and feminists, as well as several individuals who were influential in the oppression of the LGBTQ+ folks during the AIDS crisis; and we elected someone so unqualified and corrupt that, if he and his cabinet picks…
Updated Recipe: Spaghetti-Squash Okonomiyaki
New photos and an updated recipe!
Crying a Thousand Beautiful Tears into my Tofu
On my business trip, I had an overnight in Kyoto, and my coworker and I stopped to get lunch at Kyoto Station before going to our hotel. While I’m partial to the “solid tofu”(katatôfu [堅豆腐]) of the Kaga region, I also love Kyoto’s yuba (ゆば, 湯葉), the “tofu skin” and didn’t want to leave the city without eating…
2016 Goals and 2015 in Review
Time for the year-end wrap up for 2015! 明けましておめでとうございます！
Feminist Friday: My Cake Carrier is Not an Invitation
Content note: descriptions of street harassment, which include queerphobic and misogynistic comments.
Do you ever have something so utterly bizarre happen to you that even you can’t believe it happen? I don’t mean like watching something in slo-mo, I mean like staring into the gaping maw of some incomprehensible eldritch horror. I mean hearing the opening strains of “Bohemian Rhapsody” as if it were diegetic music.
