QUEER HOUSE ZINE

Dedicated to creating a safe space for queer expression Curated and Edited by: Kelly Luu & Juntralai University at Buffalo - Buffalo, New York Open Edition

(pronounced zeen) Introduced in the 30’s, zines are small circulation, self-published mini magazines. Zines remain an important part of subcultural movements and underground press for marginalized voices. Zines ha v e alwa critical ys been f or communities. The Queer Zine Archive Project (QZAP) was launched in an e昀昀ort to preserve queer zines and make them available to other queers, researchers, historians, punks, and anyone else who has an interest DIY publishing and riot underground queer communities. In the 90’s, zine series k bone of the was the bac l rrr g ement. https://archive.qzap.org/index.php eminist protest mov f

吀栀ere’s a Wikipedia article with a list of animals that have been observed to exhibit same-sex sexual behaviors — thought it was interesting that being queer is such a common/natural thing in animals, yet some humans are so against it.

Analog Photographer and Multimedia Artist Vestiges (shown above) is a satin and cotton wedding dress decorated with a collection of cyanotype prints. This work acts as an archive box of countless artifacts that document years of memories, scars, trauma, and re昀氀ections.

3/10/24, 8:42 PM bluesunday_.jpg blue sunday hamburg beach, ny poem + digital polaroid photos 3/10/24, 8:43 PM bluesunday_-4.jpg by jordan roth (she/they) taking a walk down a road, not made for walking. at least i got myself out of the house today. navigating torn-up sidewalks and muddy ditches, i arrived to the chilly, rocky “beach.” fresh water, air, and sounds working their hardest to soothe me. the handful of others walking along the lake, their heads bent down, looking for things. i assumed it was rocks, even i had a few in my overall pockets. but maybe they were looking for something intangible, like i was. searching for patience and grace and healing. i am so, so tired. https://drive.google.com/file/d/1PNcnHsvz5FrE8vpGkXTgc84E3Wb0D_pI/view 1/1 https://drive.google.com/file/d/1TUJR7uv45hNDa62qkW5br5CubEhiMNzq/view 1/1

3/10/24, 8:42 PMbluesunday_.jpg https://drive.google.com/file/d/1TUJR7uv45hNDa62qkW5br5CubEhiMNzq/view1/1

dead girl there is a body in a casket and it is my body in a casket and i am watching my body in a casket from my body in front of the casket and she’s beautiful and she’s charming and she’s a hairline crack splintering the curves of my body watching my body and i am something not quite beautiful and something far from handsome and i am a kid who keeps splitting my head open because i can’t see the future you can take the body in the casket. people won’t mind. there are eyes watching me watching her but the eyes aren’t on me, they’re tracing the path of my vision on its way over to Her. she’s dead but she doesn’t have to be. people like you better when you’re not at a funeral and you can look up at them through your lashes like a good girl. people like you better when you don’t like yourself, at least not as much as the dead girl you’re puppeting around because she makes sense and on some fundamental level, you don’t. there is a body in a casket and there is her body in a casket and there is my body in a casket.

Play The Rapy, Pt. I It is hard To have so much trauma and be so white. My parts are torn and my re昀氀ection spills everywhere Unseen, 昀氀owing Goopy and sticky like the load you all left (on my face & in my soul) it made— makes— me sick. And Yet. A hundred lives I’ve had to live still cannot compare to a thousand. And Yet. How do I have a seat at a table that by design I was never meant to sit at? in any form And Yet. If god gave me autism and addiction and great pattern recognition They must have a great and dark sense of humor. And Yet. That’s what I appreciates that about you, squirrelly _ _ _ _

Play The Rapy, Pt. II I do not pray, but I sometimes like to call out to Gaia or Allah depending on the day. Sometimes I think— know— they have my back and see that I am. I am. I am. What I wanted. What you wanted. What we wanted. My afro-Hispanic therapist tells me that my story is no less valid but I cannot— will not— believe her; (yet) and so, maybe I just need to play. ______________________________________________ Man drinks Woman drinks We all drink Who thinks about the children I do not want to teach my trauma. My life experience Has protected me And if enlightenment is just a farce Is it all just down to Neuroscience and biology? Kayliee Bertrand-Henrettera (she/her)

Juniper Moon (she/they) A lot of my work explores personal identity through the lens of queerness, my experiences, dreams, desires, and the full spectrum of feeling that is so personal and universal.

Christine 2024 My work is a polyptych of what I ate and wore over two days. I have been more conscious of what I eat recently; one reason is for health. I’m being more active, and I am consciously trying to consume more food; my trainer just tells me to “Eat something.” Sugary and ca昀昀einated beverages are also something I see myself grasping for more energy throughout the day.

Christine 2024 My work is a polyptych of what I ate and wore over two days. I have been more conscious of what I eat recently; one reason is for health. I’m being more active, and I am consciously trying to consume more food; my trainer just tells me to “Eat something.” Sugary and ca昀昀einated beverages are also something I see myself grasping for more energy throughout the day.

the fruit of eden was a pomegranate and as eve ate it, she discovered the Ultimate sin; but it was not the sin her creators expected. instead of reacting with horror to her nakedness, she instead felt the juice drip down the corners of her mouth, and when she wiped it away, she stared at the shine on her 昀椀ngertips. how can sin taste so wonderful? she thought of the curves of the earth: the mountains and hills, the valleys and gorges. she thought of her re昀氀ection in pools of green-brown water, and of the dirt she sank her body into, and the grass she ran her hands through and grabbed for comfort. how can sin be so close to what was created? she focused, not on adam and her Father, but instead the body deep beneath the earth that did not demand, but asked— asked with no expectations, and gave as freely as She asked. how could She be sin, when She tastes so wonderful and is so close to what was created? Jo Yanko (they/it)

What does being queer look like for you? Feel free to express yourself however you’d like! Submit to: ubqueerhouse on Instagram

Epistemologies shape, form, movement all the things we leave behind. the 昀氀esh, the fabric my own heartbeat felt through cloth, crunch of branches and leaves underfoot i know i am bigger than myself, i am more – i am a body clambering on all fours across a fallen tree, i’m just being, i’m just being. and what is that if not holding your skirt in between your teeth to get it out of the way; if not feeling your backpack lean over to one side jeopardizing the whole affair this is all i want to be, just a simple, moving animal, within the grace, the beauty of this terrible world.

This is an untitled piece about gender dysphoria. Often times I don’t feel like a “man in a dress” but a creature. Grotesque, gangly, over- grown and strange, with these features that people cannot reconcile. It confuses and scares them. And In that though, there is beauty. There is a brightness and an embrace of this creature-hood. The way I dress and preen and present. That I can live in the ambiguity. And embrace how I don’t 昀椀t. I can “take up the whole page”, so to speak.