When I was about ten or so my mother gave me a letter she had been saving for me. She wrote it after having flown from Beirut to England in one of her last weeks of pregnancy so that I could be born a British citizen like my father. The letter is her attempt to document her pregnancy and towards the end she mentions the heavy shelling around their apartment block and that while on the bus to the airport (which had to cross the Green Line) it was suddenly hijacked by the Amal milita looking to take hostages. Since she was female and had a Syrian passport she was not taken, although two men who were either British or American were not returned to the bus...

21 cm x 15 cm, 40 pages

tinypaperhearts.wordpress.com

PO Box 392 Newtown NSW 2042

When I was in my last year of university I had a lover who surprised me by saying ze not only didn't like hir period but felt mostly like a man and asked what would I think if ze had hir breasts removed. Fine, I said, I love you, not breasts. Around this time another friend of mine came back from the USA with tranny porn and stories of trans* Pride marches and radical gender variant communities. Cool, I thought. Gender is an oppressive construct. Down with patriarchy! Down with gender, oppression! That's feminist, right? Or is it?

21 cm x 15 cm, 32 pages.

genderqueerzine@gmail.com

In the Holy Land for 9 months with a group of non-violent activists working with Palestinians on the ground to resist the Israeli occupation through direct action.  I accompanied farmers to weekly demonstrations, chased gun-toting settlers through olive fields with a camera... slept on the street with evicted families. It's incomplete and imperfect. Fresh-squeezed bullshit! Enjoy!!

21 cm X 15 cm, 34 pages

projectbridget@gmail.com

This is an indie zine about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and the haze of anxiety and rituals that tag alongside it. All the illustrations in this book are by artists that suffer from either O.C.D. or crippling anxiety.

wowphilip@gmail.com www.boobookittyfuck.deviantart.com philipdearest.etsy.com

21 cm x 15 cm 

...The city was covered in rubbish. It was the first time I'd seen it after New Year's celebrations. I passed out in my dirty clothes as soon as I hit my bed. I slept all day and in the evening walked to get fries and a sundae from McDonald's, my ultimate hangover food in the summer (melted cheese and tomato sandwhiches during winter). My then-friend was staying with me...

15 cm x 11 cm, 40 pages

PO Box 466  Darlinghurst NSW 1300

ivanaforpresident@hotmail.com