Revelation (An Inside Look At My Super Gay Zine Series)

I suppose I have the coronavirus, in all its horribleness, to thank for this zine series. While the summer of 2020 has been apocalyptic, frustrating, and all-around miserable, it has also offered time and space for self-reflection, something that is often overlooked in the craziness of normal everyday life. Without the company of a couple thousand equally confused teenagers and the monotonous bustle of high school I’ve been able to look inside myself more deeply than ever before, and I’m sure, dear reader, that you have too.

Below I’ll describe my thinking and why I chose to make the zines the way I did. Mostly this is just a way to justify having a blog post dedicated to these zines, so if you want to just look at the pictures without reading why they are the way they are that is not an incomplete way to consume them. I should also note that the title for the zine series, “Revelation”, comes from my best friend. She used the word to describe my situation and I thought it was perfect.

The “revelation” in question has to do with my identity, my sexuality, things that I don’t control but never took the time to ponder. But the whole point of making these zines is that they speak for themself. I don’t have to try to explain what I’m thinking with a simple paragraph. Instead, I can show people these little books and exchange my thoughts directly in a raw, authentic way, since most of them contain words that I wrote in my journal for no other purpose than to keep them there.

In addition to the words and images within the zines, I decided to choose a song to go with each one. This is simply because I have a minor obsession with pairing songs to other art forms and it was a lot of fun. But it was also a way to put the consumer of my zines into an environment that was specifically suited for each story I had to tell. I’ll explain the songs and why I chose them above each zine.

The first zine in the series is called “A Footprint In The Snow”. The name comes from the song Jesus Christ 2005 God Bless America by (You guessed it!) The 1975. This is not only because the content of the zine is deeply inspired by its album Notes On A Conditional Form, but also because the song’s lyrics take on the perspective of queer people and relate directly to their sexuality. Although the title was inspired by it, I decided that Jesus Christ wasn’t the right song to pair with the zine musically. It’s just a little too obvious and in-your-face. Instead I picked the song The End (Music For Cars) from the same album. Mostly I picked it because it’s instrumental and a little ethereal, which pairs well with the depth and slight abstractness of the zine’s content. I knew the choice was perfect when I listened to it as I went outside to take pictures of my creation. The swelling joy of it made everything feel just a bit brighter but it also had a slight sadness to it which seemed appropriate. It seemed to describe a new beginning, which is just what I wanted.

“Seeing my life laid out before me, it’s hard to feel anything, despite the passion that warms me when surveying the years of another. I am trapped forever in this monotonous skin, made so only because it is mine. Here, mystery and knowledge meet to form a confusing, potent elixir that brings tears to my eyes and joy to my lips. I have seen so much and still I have experienced so little of this world. I am infinitely old and so very young and when I think of where I am all I know is that it is somewhere between back then and someday.”
“The fragility of this experience frightens me like nothing else: each interaction is an amalgamation of minuscule, miraculous circumstances which when combined form everything that I know. My conditional form becomes clear when I realize my torturous limitations, like bars in a cell window I peer between them and see everything I could be if only nothing were true. The Terms and Conditions of my existence loom oppressively within the air I breathe, the colors I see, mere particles which themselves cannot be explained.”
“Bend the rules but never break them because once you do it all comes flooding out, a torrent of would-be’s and could-never-be’s racing away, leaving you with nothing left to hold you down, nothing left to define you so that when you look in the mirror you do not see yourself but the husk which was what you thought you were, lingering for a moment before shattering and leaving you so violently alone that life itself becomes irrelevant. No, you will stay within the blurring lines for your eternity, let them guide you so as not to lose yourself in Everything.”

The pictures I used in A Footprint In The Snow are cutouts from postcards I found at an antique shop. Although the words don’t describe anything I would consider religious, the church architecture played into the idea of questioning and contemplating one’s existence. I consider A Footprint to be more of a preface than anything else. It doesn’t really touch on the topic that I’m ultimately trying to convey with the series but it sort of sets it up as something that should be taken seriously, but also taken with a sense of wonder, a reminder that nothing really makes sense anyway.

Revelation part two is called “Fragments of an Unsent Letter” because that’s exactly what is is. I knew I wanted to tell my family and friends about my revelation but I wasn’t sure about the best way to do it. I wanted it to be something I could show them, something they could digest separately from a conversation. My first idea was to write a letter. I drafted one in my journal but in the end I decided I wasn’t happy with it and went down a different road. I wanted to include it, though, because it wasn’t all bad. Only parts of it. So I put some of the good, useful parts into a zine. I did so by writing the letter onto a piece of lined paper and then tearing it into pieces that fit the pages.

At first I wanted to go with Exit Music (For a Film) by Radiohead as the musical accompaniment, but I decided it was too dark. Instead I went with Love Love Love by The Mountain Goats. It’s a good song and I thought its atmosphere went well with the letter.

“My thoughts have often lingered on the allure of complete and utter confession: there is no question of the validity of a story so long as it is written in its awful and ugly entirety. The nature of my sexuality // of the minority, stigmatized and dramaticised // it surprises you no more then it surprises me // my own mind has managed to fool me.”
“able to conclude assumed straightness artificial and superimposed, // some mysteries remain // dirty and confusing // to be defined is to be confined but offers a sense of security. I will become comfortable in my new self, wear it every day until it softens to my form. // not really a casual way to do this // I will never understand why they feel the need to hate // I can see right through it.”

Next comes Untitled #1, part three of Revelation. I thought the image on the cover spoke for itself so I decided not to come up with a written title. The zine is made up of journal entries, some of which describe things about sexuality and some of which don’t. It’s very intentionally beating around the bush, but in other ways it’s describing things that I think are important to keep in mind while considering the central topics. The song I chose to go with Untitled #1 is Waiting Room by Phoebe Bridgers. I’m pretty sure it’s a cover but I couldn’t figure out who it’s a cover of so who knows. Anyway, I chose the song because it’s by Phoebe, who is a true bisexual icon, and because it describes a type of vulnerability which is similar to my situation. While the lyrics are about being in love with someone but not being able to control whether you end up with them, and being painfully vulnerable about your feelings for them, my version of this narrative has more to do with my feelings in general and not a particular person. With this zine series I am showing people things that are very personal, that I’ve written in my journal. I chose to do that because often it is the most comfortable way for me to tell people hard things. My journals feel true and pure and I share them as a way of breaking down the walls that confine everyday conversation and creating a more authentic form of expression.

In fact, I got the inspiration for all of this from the musical Hamilton. If you’ve seen it you know that at one point Hamilton is faced with a bad situation in which he is caught in a shameful act. Instead of trying to hide it completely, he decides to publish a pamphlet explaining it and exposing himself to everyone. In doing so, he takes complete control of the situation. Although it may not have had the best results for Alexander, the idea of taking control by exposing oneself through writing has been on my mind for quite awhile. So when my own situation arose, which is not so much shameful as awkward to explain, it seemed obvious that my course of action should be to reveal the most truthful and private form of communication which I engage in, which also happens to be the form of art that I take pride in above all else.

“I am slowly figuring myself out. I have gone through stages of thinking I finally understand, and each time I continue to change and grow into something new. I am only comfortable with who I am now, none of my past selves. I don’t think our world will reveal any more of its secrets to me – I think it will forever remain a mystery. But as for myself, I think the nuances of my life will become clearer with wisdom.” // “Who’s to say that my prospects are but a mystery? Yes, the world lays heavy upon my soul but I do not flinch within its gaze. No, my life is not for me to say or you or God or anyone. But to call it a mystery would be to say there is some problem to be solved – some question gone unanswered. How can one ask The Question when the answer is inevitably “absolutely everything”? A fan of possibilities, none of them defined or quantified in such a way that one could view them side by side in direct comparison.”
“I’ve kind of been obsessing over the musician Declan McKenna recently. I guess he’s sort of big in Europe but not really here. I’ve casually been listening to a few of his songs for awhile now but this week I’ve really gotten into it. I read his wikipedia page and on the subject of his sexuality it said he was “figuring it out”. I think it should be normalized to say things like that. To not know yet or not want to define yourself with made-up words. I’m the same way. Anyway, Declan McKenna is 22 now and I don’t know if he’s still “figuring it out”, but I’m glad he’s setting an example of someone who accepts that he doesn’t know everything about himself yet and that’s okay.” // “I’m not really sure what to write about, I just know I want to write. I’m just a stupid tiny speck in a desert. Sometimes I hate being human with a passion but thinking about it only makes it worse. I just drew a smiley face in the space where my knee shows through the rip in my jeans. So that’s my life.”
“Let’s talk about The Hunger Games. I used to think they were just okay, something I read when I was younger, another vapid YA series. But I watched all of the movies with my family recently and I loved them. I think it has to do with the whole self-acceptance thing, but also think I realized more how real the political issues are and found more depth in the revolts and things. At dinner we were discussing movies we could watch and someone mentioned Silver Linings Playbook. I really wanted to watch that because 1. It’s a very good movie and 2. I wanted to keep looking at Jeniffer Lawrence because 3. She’s attractive, so we conclude that 4. I’m at least a little bit bisexual. Which is something that I’ve known but it feels different now for some reason. I don’t know, it’s all so confusing.” // “I’ve noticed that a natural theme has arisen for this journal of self acceptance. It’s a new era in my life, a new sort of coming of age. Because really, I think we’re all coming of age all the time. People admit it, time and time again, that no one really has it figured out.”

Part four is titled “Fraying”. It’s comprised of a single journal entry of mine, combined with pictures from old postcards. I chose the song Transatlanticism by Death Cab for Cutie to accompany it. My reasoning is that I just really really love the song and wanted to acknowledge it in some way. Also, the sadness and confusion of it goes well with the message in the zine.

The final part of the series is called “Untitled #2”. It is less conclusion and more confusion but that’s really what my situation is anyway. In real life, answers are rare and questions are abundant and you just have to do the best you can with what you know. Time helps too. This one may have been the hardest to post because in it I reveal a level of romanticism which I rarely like to convey, and not the classical music type. However, I have no regret for letting it out into the world. It is freeing to let oneself be known. The words are paired with images cut from a book of “Ready-To-Use Illustrations of Women’s Heads” and also some from a men’s heads version. The books were published in the early 80s and have a sort of ridiculousness to them which I could not overlook when they were on sale at the library. Judging by the old-fashionedness of them I doubt their creator expected them to be used in such a way as I am but they are truly perfect for my purpose.

I paired Untitled #2 with the song Landslide by Fleetwood Mac. Although it conveys the confusion that I experienced, it also offers a nice conclusion and seems to say that everything is going to be alright even if you don’t understand it all. And I think a dash of familiarity at the end is a nice addition.

“It’s 7:15 PM. I’m sitting on the deck while my parents collect art from the other house. The sun will be out for awhile and the air is warm. Today I decided it’s official: I like girls too. Now I have a sort of nervous but warm feeling in my stomach like I’ve discovered something wonderful and terrifying. I briefly considered telling my family at dinner tonight but decided not to. It’s surprisingly daunting given that I know they’ll be completely accepting but anyway I think it’s too early in the process to do it.”
“It’s 12:12 PM and I can’t sleep because GIRLS. It’s like a switch got flipped and I thought I had Attraction to Males somewhere but I can’t seem to find it. I wish my brain would just stop so I could go to sleep but it’s raging right now.”
“I’m having another crisis. I was tired of staring at screens today so I decided to brave the heat and take a walk. As I strolled and sweated my mind wandered back to the question that’s been nagging at me for the last day or two: Am I a lesbian? I started to think about males in a quite critical way: How much was my attraction to them superimposed by my culture? It seemed that every “crush” could be explained away with ease, or almost every one. I started to think about the difference between romantic and sexual attraction and how someone could feel both for one gender but only one for another, or any other configuration. Anyway, I don’t have answers yet and it could be I never will. That’s why it’s so hard to tell people. I don’t know how to classify myself. So many questions and so few answers. For now I will just carry on.”

Another reason why this zine series is a good way to express myself is that it allows me to show the uncertainty with which my thoughts have evolved, and also how things changed so quickly. What I was thinking during Untitled #1 is fairly different than what I was thinking during Untitled #2. It shows how art can be a more holistic form of communication than conversation in some cases.

Thanks for checking out Revelation! Have a nice day!

1 thought on “Revelation (An Inside Look At My Super Gay Zine Series)”

  1. WOW! This was so powerful! And listening to the music while reading your utterly incredible and moving and eye-opening entries paired with the perfectly selected pictures was an experience without words! WOW!

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