This is the eve of a special day. Tomorrow I will move into the Lantern house, near Central Sq in Cambridge, MA. I finally have a home! They have an enormous radical history library in the basement.
I was just at the boston anarchist bookfair yesterday for the first revival of my distro back on turtle island, and it was great. Two weeks ago was the zine fest berlin, and it was… pure magic. That was ZFB #5, and the first time I had ever been to the event without having organized one bit of it. It was extra special because finally, I got to purely enjoy the seedling event that I co-founded and furiously organized/stressed over since 2011. I got to enjoy it as a regular table holder and therefor experience fully the joy of such a BADASS FUCKING ZINE FEST. and I’m not just saying that because I started the event– it’s just a fucken cool place to be a part of, damn. The Zine Fest Berlin: your wet dream in reality. A constant stream of radical human beings, from everywhere. It’s getting bigger, but still manages to be cozy and intimite and DIY as fuck. I don’t think I could have been much help this year with the event anyway– I was trying so hard just to finish my own zine projects to get them printed and on the table in time for the fest. Total sucsess, in so many ways. I am so proud, inspired and honored by my talented friends who make such amazing work.
Last week I moved back to the east coast of turtle island. I’m here, working at Parts and Crafts, and full of plans. Eventually when I get settled down here, over the winter I will redo the distro and make it accessible again for mail orders. I plan to table at zine events and stick around for a good while to organize some good shit ’round here. And I am proud to announce the release of my first fiction novel:
A queer + anarchist + erotica + fiction novel. 44,000 tantelizing words, written between march-november of 2015. Description:
For some mysterious reason, office plants keep being stolen from bureaucracy buildings around Berlin. Arson attempts at the Ausländerbehörder and Frontex headquarters is putting a lot of pressure on the U.S. National Security Agency to do something about it. Skipper, a transgender intern at the NSA, and his campy boss The Officer, are on a hunt to find the alleged Eco-Sexual Anarchist Bike Brigade which is destroying public infrastructure across Europe.
The Officer and Skipper have more on their dirty plate than just surveilling activists: they are often found surveilling the porn activity of citizens, and spying on the jiggling asses of those who bike through Tempelhofer Feld. Their headquarters in the old control tower of the airport is a home base for their investigation. They have to be careful though, because the ESABB is known for their freaky sexual activity and perhaps have bewitching capabilities to queerify all those who come in contact with them.
In this first fiction novel by Comet Crowbar, you can meet Lisbeth Salander and her eco-warrior lover Kelly, have a gay experience at Fusion, deconstruct your gender, un-learn capitalism and feel funny in your pants with some anarchist-erotica (cuz dismantling the state is sexy, right?)
Comet Crowbar Has A Home, yall! Enjoy your anti-colonial dinner holidays and never forget, we’re living on stolen land XXX