wheeewwwwwww, Clit Fest came and went and we ruled it and i'm a proud, proud participant. made a SWEET pile of cash to hand over to the Chicago Women's Health Center, who i'm anxiously booking an appointment with. i only took a few pictures with a loaned camera. the last day, Sunday, we set up at the Huevos compound. the previous (hectic) 2-days of events at the Galaxy culminated in a backyard/basement BBQ chiller.
christine, theresa, sarah. combined we've sent 15,000 emails to one another over the past 4 months.
trish trash and merm. i came to know trash in better, closer ways through all of this and what a fucking outstanding human she is. also, look for her mr. august spread in the men of clitfest calendar. boots and strap-on only. fuck yes!!
christine and her dog and a very nice someone i don't know holding the dog.
our japanese guests
and their japanese and utterly cute complementary candy on their merch table.
bit remainders of lupita's seasame tofu.
baby atkins/hopeful upbringing.
Bryan's Hard Pretzel.
Red Thread (NY)
Kyle (CHI suburbs) creeping out Red Thread (NY)
mandatory stocking stuffer. peep my mr. july in nothing but an american flag turban and a copy of "speak english or die" over his junk.
basement. we watched the gits documentary down here earlier in the day. ideal sunday, no?
we recieved an email serveral months back from a band in japan called Banjax. they were planning a really small Midwest tour and wanted to play our fest. they didn't even want any money. we said no way, we're at least giving them 200. we gave them 550! they gave us one of best punk sets i've ever seen.
this is my (canadian riffling) fist! ended the night. not so many pictures because i was dance, dance, dancing. p.s. annie rules.
the end.
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