ZINE LIBRARY
WHERE LIES ARE BURIED
A zine about reality
GUMMI CUNT 1
The first zine I made comprised only of my own words and visual arts
GUMMI CUNT 2
Feeling high off of positive feedback from Gummi Cunt 1 I made a second issue. it Features short stories of a young girl and single dad in San Francisco, a couple of playlists and some more sad girl somber drawings.
GUMMI CUNT 3
Got a little deeper and more revealing in this one. pulled out pieces of my life that I stitched deep down in my heart and summoned only for this one occasion.
GUMMI CUNT 4
Centered around 8th grade when I went to live with my mom in Hercules,ca to accompany my older autistic step brother to school, but mostly about the girls that I met and the ways and reasons for avoiding what we had to call home.
BISOUS BITCHES
Confusion his it hard at my quarter life crisis and I ran away to Paris for 7 months, This is a collection of the sad, lonely and loving letters I wrote to my husband before we were married, paper dolls, a style journal of my first couple of months and a bunch of stuff I kept with me as memorabilia.
"best thing on etsy'
- someone who bought this zine from me on etsy
Gummi Cunt 5
This is one of the most secretive parts of my being. its revolves around 6-9 months around the time i turned 11 when my mom had met someone in our apartment building in Berkeley, they fell in love and we all moved to a desolate house on the top of a hill in Antioch. .
rated r for the fucked up shit men are capable of and weird ass shit I don't know if you're ready for.
Gummi Cunt : Issue Six
Before starting this issue there was something inside of me that found the grace of plants and flowers. A calming, and soothing past time this was, yet as usual, yielded plenty of tears in the process.
Including light sprigs of my adolescence, without it who would gummi cunt be? Includes a playlist you won’t find on anywhere on the internet because I single handedly jotted these tones and tunes down from a spectrum of the world onto cassette. From a park in Italy to a subway songstress in NYC. a Philadelphia rainfall to a touristy Monmartre in Paris. **you gotta hit me up if you want one of those babies.