Showing posts with label Zine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Zine. Show all posts
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Ho Stage Zine #3
Issue #3 features
- Excerpt from a Bitch Magazine article about the damage done by "Anti-Trafficking" groups
- Letter to a UH Professor in reaction to a video of the misinformation presented by a local "anti-trafficking" figure to a college class
- Brief Overview of Movements for Sex Workers' Rights, including a WWII Strike by Honolulu's Brothel Workers
- List of Recommended Resources
- Q&A from a Panel Discussion about Sex Work and the Law
- Poetry Centerfold by Erik from the Park
- Advice on How to Act when dealing with Police
- Story about a Stripper Fight
- Words of Praise about members of North Carolina Harm Reduction Coalition (NCHRC)
- NCHRC's Guide to Safer Crack Smoking
- Details about the 2012 Transgendered Census
- "Chewing the Zinery" story about experiences at the Girl Fest Zine Workshop over the years
- Instructions on "How to Use a Condom
Friday, October 28, 2011
Aoki Doki!
My former boss (cartoonist and Manga freak) Deb Aoki posted a tweet about Ho Stage the other day. I'm not sure how she found it, but it's cool that she mentioned us to her friends. My favourite thing about it is the first word: "Huh!" I usually see that word with a question mark attached. This is the first time I've ever seen an exclamation point after it. If you read it right, it sounds like you say it. A pronounced breath? Like a respirated "okay", or "gee", or even "well I'll be darned". Surprised, but not shocked? That's how I took it.
Deb acted suprised, but I wasn't shocked when the owner of Funk Pistol, the store we worked at, fired me over the phone. He said "you know why I'm doing this, don't you?", and I figured it was because we weren't making much money, so I said "yes." Deb seemed not to have expected my firing, but her roomie at the time let it slip that Deb told her before work that day "I gotta go fire somebody tonight."
About a year later, I realized it looked like I was stealing. Not that I wish I was, but I'd rather get in trouble for something I did, than be falsely accused. But I didn't actually get accused, neither. Business wasn't booming at the time I got fired, but I was still airheaded & unfocused as ever. Groups of cute skaters/graff artists/break dancers would come into the store when I was working. I was obviously a big fag, so some of the guys would act as a distraction, while the others would get away with jeans, shirts, shoes, whateva! I must have looked real shady to my co-workers the next day, when there'd be no money in the deposit, but lotsa bare racks & empty hangers. How embarrassing.
I ran into Deb recently one First Friday out in front of Kumu Kahua Theatre. (That's us in the pic above, with writer Gary Chun) They were having an artists' signing featuring about 10 illustrators & comic artists. I'd remembered Deb used to draw, but since I don't read the newspaper, I hadn't realized that she had a regularly featured comic strip in the paper! I dug through her comics, and although I couldn't find any that had to do with sex work, one could be read in a naughty way, if you're feeling tacky. It's a bit of a stretch. But even by itself, it's cute, and very her.
Thanks Deb!
Deb acted suprised, but I wasn't shocked when the owner of Funk Pistol, the store we worked at, fired me over the phone. He said "you know why I'm doing this, don't you?", and I figured it was because we weren't making much money, so I said "yes." Deb seemed not to have expected my firing, but her roomie at the time let it slip that Deb told her before work that day "I gotta go fire somebody tonight."
About a year later, I realized it looked like I was stealing. Not that I wish I was, but I'd rather get in trouble for something I did, than be falsely accused. But I didn't actually get accused, neither. Business wasn't booming at the time I got fired, but I was still airheaded & unfocused as ever. Groups of cute skaters/graff artists/break dancers would come into the store when I was working. I was obviously a big fag, so some of the guys would act as a distraction, while the others would get away with jeans, shirts, shoes, whateva! I must have looked real shady to my co-workers the next day, when there'd be no money in the deposit, but lotsa bare racks & empty hangers. How embarrassing.
I ran into Deb recently one First Friday out in front of Kumu Kahua Theatre. (That's us in the pic above, with writer Gary Chun) They were having an artists' signing featuring about 10 illustrators & comic artists. I'd remembered Deb used to draw, but since I don't read the newspaper, I hadn't realized that she had a regularly featured comic strip in the paper! I dug through her comics, and although I couldn't find any that had to do with sex work, one could be read in a naughty way, if you're feeling tacky. It's a bit of a stretch. But even by itself, it's cute, and very her.
Thanks Deb!
Monday, September 19, 2011
Ho Stage Zine #2
Ho Stage Zine #2 finally came out (about 15 years after the first).
In this issue you'll find the following:
~ excerpts from §712-1200 the Hawaii State Law Against Prostitution.
~ examples of Harm Reduction
~ Poetry by D.R.
~ an interview with Doug Upp
~ Doug Upp's letter to Honolulu Weekly
~ D.R.'s zine reviews
~ contact info for
Waikiki Health Center, Life Foundation, CHOW Project & APLE
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