Northwest Press


Minnie #1 Out of the Closet!

Minnie is queer and carefree-she’s not even fazed much by her mother, who refuses to understand why her daughter can’t patch things up with her ex-boyfriend.

At the beginning of the series, we learn how Minnie leaves Ruben for Mia and discovers the pleasures of love with a woman-like cheering on the cast of “The L Word” and going to meetings of FemFist together.

She meets Mia’s two mothers and cuts a few not-so-understanding acquaintances from her address book. She comes out at work and discovers “the scene”, where she is scrutinized by her lover’s ex. And, of course, she gets reintroduced to sex and finds out she’ll never have to fake her orgasms again. - $2.99


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2016 Queer Comics Expo Tickets Now On Sale!

June 18-19, 2016
SOMArts Cultural Center
934 Brannan Street, San Francisco, CA

Get your tickets now! This year, QCE will be held in the new, expanded location of SOMArts Cultural Center, 934 Brannan Street, over Father’s Day Weekend on Saturday, June 18 and Sunday, June 19, 2016 from 11am to 5pm. Advance online ticket sales are discounted and offer deeper discounts for Cartoon Art Museum members. Tickets purchased at the “Unicorn” and “Double Rainbow” ticket levels include Cartoon Art Museum memberships and discounted admission to QCE. A Charity/Pay It Forward ticket will allow you to purchase QCE tickets to be donated to local queer nonprofits. 

2016 Queer Comics Expo exhibitors will include both of this year’s Prism Queer Press Grant Winners, Catherine Esguerra and Elizabeth Beier, plus Lambda Literary Award Finalist Alex Woolfson and Eisner Award nominee Scout Tran-Caffee. Additional guests include Steve MacIsaac and other contributors to the Ignatz Award-winning anthology QU33R. Multiple contributors to the upcoming anthology ALPHABET will also be in attendance.

Thanks to sponsors including Northwest Press, Oni Press, BOOM! Studios, California College of the Arts, MidBoss, and Prism Comics. Proceeds from ticket sales will be able to directly support the daily operations, offsite events, and educational programming at the Cartoon Art Museum during their transition to a new gallery space.

Tickets can be purchased online now at Tickets will also be sold at the door on June 18 and 19. Subscribe to Queer Comics Expo updates by following us on and liking us on

About Queer Comics Expo
QCE is an annual event to celebrate queer culture and promote diverse queer representation in comics, animation and other great ways to tell stories. QCE is a fundraiser for the Cartoon Art Museum, a 501©(3) educational non-profit.

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The Cartoon Art Museum’s key function is to preserve, document, and exhibit this unique and accessible art form. Through traveling exhibitions and other exhibit-related activities—such as cartoonists-in-residence, lectures, and outreach—the museum has taken cartoon art and used it to communicate cultural diversity in the community, as well as the importance of self-expression.

About the National Queer Arts Festival
Presented by the Queer Cultural Center, the National Queer Arts Festival (NQAF), now celebrating its nineteenth year, is a month-long festival of music, dance, visual art, spoken word, poetry, comedy, theater, and film featuring over 40 performances and exhibitions in multiple venues throughout San Francisco and Oakland.

About the Queer Cultural Center
Founded in 1993, the Queer Cultural Center is a multiracial community-building organization that fosters the artistic, economic and cultural development of San Francisco’s LGBTQI community.

This Thursday I will be signing at the Cartoon Art Museum

As part of their Small Press Spotlight, this Thursday I will be signing at the Cartoon Art Museum in San Francisco. My story, “Flux,” will be on display there through April 7th. “Flux” appears in QU33R, the new anthology edited by Robert Kirby, out now from Northwest Press.

theriddlerontheroof-deactivated  asked:

An AU where most of the stuff is the same but a lot is different where Mabel and Pacifica are the ones to fight the ghost in "Northwest Mansion Noir" rather than Dipper and Pacifica. And they may or may not (and by may not I mean definitely) kiss at the end.

So, I loved this idea. I basically wrote you a majority of the episode, except Dipper isn’t there. AUs are AUs and this one was pretty cute so here goes. Mabifica ftw~ (PS IT’S A BIT LONG) ( 3287words)

           ~~~~~~~———————- Gravity Falls ——————-~~~~~~~

“I smell a Northwest.”

Mabel pressed herself against the wooden floor beneath the table and tightly shut her eyes. The only reason she and Pacifica were even hiding was because moments prior, the mounts on the wall had begun to leak blood and started to say “Ancient sins” in a creepy distorted voice. Not only that, but when they’d stepped away, a furious voice had boomed through the room before a figure had begun to manifest in the center.

Of course, Dipper just had to watch his stupid television marathon and the Northwests just happened to have some ghost haunting them on the same day. Mabel thought to herself and fought the urge to bang her head on the floor.

The brunette sighed, but opened an eye when she felt something squeeze her hand. Pacifica, the person who had dragged her into this situation, was staring ahead, her eyes wide with fear. Mabel squeezed her hand back and offered an encouraging smile, the blonde turned to her, her blue eyes now narrowed with frustration.

“Don’t you have something to fix this?” She hissed.

Mabel opened her mouth to retort, but at that moment the ghost spoke again.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

The giant lumberjack ghost bellowed in anger once more. He was hovering in the area in front of them, and for a second, Mabel thought he’d go away. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw his feet turn away from them, but a horrible splintering noise from above caught her attention.

The brunette released Pacifica’s hand and pushed her away. An axe pierced through the table and collided into the ground where she had been seconds prior.

“Fulfill your debt!” The lumberjack roared.

“This way, hurry!” Pacifica shouted and led the two out of the room.

As they ran to who knows where, Mabel began trying to think of various solutions to their predicament.

What would Dipper do? She thought as Pacifica turned a corner. Ah, he’d consult the book! But that’s in my bag… We need to stop somewhere.

The two of them ran through a small garden and Mabel could have sworn that the blonde had told her to watch out for peacocks, but she was too busy trying to reach her backpack to properly pay attention.

Mabel felt her feet sink into the muddy path, but trudged on regardless; she had managed to tug the journal she’d stolen from her brother out and was too busy trying to read it to care.

“Pacifica!” Mabel shouted, the blonde stopped running, there was one room in front of them. “We need to hide out somewhere so I can try to figure out what the heck to do!”

Mabel hastily flipped through the journal, she could hear the angry ghost’s moans growing closer.

“Is there any way you could look through that quicker?” Pacifica’s annoyed voice stopped her mid-page.

Mabel turned her head and looked at the room beside it. Everything in it was extremely clean and way too white. “Well, we have to find somewhere a ghost won’t just jump us! Come on, let’s try here!”

The brunette had launched herself into the room when she felt a hand clamp itself onto her arm and tug her back.  ”What the heck, Pacifica?”

“I can’t have you go in there! That room’s got my parent’s favorite carpet pattern! If we track mud, they’re going to kill us even more than that ghost could!” She hissed back.

Mabel rolled her eyes, obviously they were at a dead end and that was the best place to try to hide. “Come on, we can clean it up before they get a chance to find out!”

The brunette took another step toward the room, but Pacifica grabbed onto the book in her arms.

“No, we’re not risking it!”

Mabel turned to her and began to tug it back. If something happened to the book, she knew that Dipper would be even more furious than he’d already since she stole it.

“Seriously, Pacifica? Why are you so afraid of your parents?”

“You wouldn’t understand!” Pacifica screamed just as Mabel tripped and fell onto her.

She had been positive that they had crashed into a wall, but she felt a lot less pain than she thought she would. That led Mabel to realize that they’d probably fallen through the painting and into another room.

When she finally stabilized herself to take in her surroundings, she saw that she wasn’t in the hall anymore. She wiped dust off of her arms and retrieved the fallen journal. Wearing a dress at a time like this definitely didn’t do any good for her.

“Okay, yeesh, a warning would have been okay,” she grumbled and stood up.

Mabel opened up the journal to the page she had left off on and groaned. Dipper spent his whole summer reading this thing, why couldn’t he have come instead? Maybe she could have attended the party downstairs and been enjoying herself with Candy and Grenda.

When she got to the pages in the back regarding the ghosts, she pulled the small Black-light her brother stored with his belongings out and sought any hidden tips.

Her heart sank when she read that it said “Pray for Mercy”.

“So, uh, what’s this room for?” Mabel asked, she wanted to distract the blonde in hopes of figuring out some other message. The bottle of anointed water her brother had given her had been one of the first items to go when the ghost had first appeared.

“That’s weird. I don’t even know what this room is,” Pacifica said and walked in front of a covered tapestry.

“Hopefully the ghost doesn’t either,” Mabel added with a sigh of relief. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes bugged out when she saw the sheets covering the painting begin to rise. “Pacifica!”

The blonde turned just as the lumberjack ghost reappeared again.


The two girls scrambled out of the way as he slammed his giant axe into the ground. Just as the ghost pulled it out of the wooden floorboard, Mabel remembered some trivia her brother had spouted at her in preparation for his Ghost Harassers marathon.

~’This show is great, Mabel. I’ve learned so much from it in the past years!  If I ever face a ghost, remind me to keep a silver mirror handy.

In response to her asking why, Dipper had rolled his eyes and scoffed. ‘Duh, obviously you haven’t watched enough Ghost Harassers to know you can trap ghosts with them. Maybe you should marathon it with it me instead of hanging out with Candy and Grenda. It’s a lot more informative than learning about the hottest boy bands and their favorite colors or whatever.”~

Mabel frowned at the recollection and crossed her arms. Just because her brother was knowledgeable in things that she wasn’t, didn’t mean that they were useless! A day would definitely come when she’d have to let someone know that Chandler’s favorite color was sunset yellow.

“Mabel, help!”

But obviously that day wasn’t today.

The brunette scoured the room and she let out an audible sigh when she spotted a mirror lying in the pile of rubble where they’d fallen through. Mabel sprinted toward it and shouted, “Paz, hold on!”

“PREPARE TO DIE.” The ghost bellowed and raised his axe once more.

Mabel stumbled her way over to Pacifica and held out the mirror.  The ghost’s axe weighed down on it and there was an agonized shout before two things happened.

One, the ghost disappeared and was sucked into the mirror. The second was that the force of the blow was powerful enough to knock them back into the window behind them and send them flying through.

Mabel rolled down the hill outside the window and found herself rolling to a stop at the base. She moaned in pain and rubbed at side.

“Did you get him?” Pacifica asked.

The two looked down at the mirror in her hands, the lumberjack banged against the glass.


The two girls eyed each other warily. Mabel let out a relieved laugh before Pacifica joined in. Mabel stood up before reaching over to help the blonde up.

Pacifica quietly stared down at the fuming man in the mirror before looking up to meet her eyes

“Don’t worry, he’s not going to hurt you in there,” Mabel commented, a cheery grin made its way onto her cheeks.

The blonde stared at her blankly for a few seconds and before she had a chance to say anything further, Pacifica had launched herself at her. Mabel stood still for a few seconds before returning the tight hug with light pats on the back.

“I can’t believe we did it!” Pacifica laughed and Mabel just nodded, not positive what to say while in her bear hug.

Pacifica’s arms tightened around her momentarily before the blonde pulled away and coughed into her hand. “Um, can I pay you to pretend that didn’t just happen?”

              ~~~~~~~———————- Gravity Falls ——————-~~~~~~~

Stupid Pacifica and her probably fake blonde hair and her stupid parents.

Mabel sighed and wrapped her arms around her knees. She was sitting outside Northwest manor after her hosts had graciously kicked her out. By getting rid of the ghost, she thought she’d done a good deed, but apparently even her ‘friend’ was in on it and had manipulated her so they could pretend nothing bad was happening.

The brunette stared down at her ripped sea-foam green dress, her stomach sank as she recalled the adventure she’d just been on. It had really seemed like they’d been getting along well too.

“Well, I guess it’s time to banish you. Better finish this stupid job up, maybe Dippinsauce will let me wallow in misery during his marathon,” Mabel sighed.

She adjusted the mirror and watched the lumberjack ghost turn to her. “Very well, lass. Then before you banish me, may these tired lumber eyes gaze upon the tree one final time?”

“Eh, knock yourself out, buddy,” Mabel replied.

The brunette lifted the mirror from the tree stump and turned it toward the tree. The lumberjack burst into a fit of laughter, Mabel eyed the mirror in confusion before she saw it glow red and she dropped it from how hot it had gotten. When the mirror dropped onto a tree root and shattered, Mabel’s jaw dropped and she winced at her mistake.

Dipper would definitely have been smart enough to not listen to a ghost’s final wishes.

The ghost reformed from the glass shards of the mirror and immediately hovered toward the manor.

“Yes, YES. VENGEANCE!” He boomed and there was a flash of lightning.

“Oh no, Grenda! Candy!” Mabel gasped and sprinted back towards the home.

The rain that pelted against her weighed her dress down and she paused momentarily to rip a layer off. It had been a sacrifice of a cute dress, but she didn’t want her friends dealing with a crazed lumberjack ghost.

Just as she burst into the manor, Mabel watched the mayhem that was occurring inside. There was a man hiding under a table who was being attacked by a wooden bear and and an ostrich was chasing some guests around.

“Please!” Mabel glanced down at a man who was crawling toward her, his feet were turning to wood and it was rapidly progressing through his body. “Help…me.”

“Okaaay, then, that was definitely not okay, ha…ha,” Mabel nervously laughed to herself and backed away from the wooden man.

“Hahaha, just one way to change your fates. A Northwest must open the party gates.”

Mabel glanced upward and saw the lumberjack ghost hovering above.

“Northwest? Wait, Pacifica!” Mabel gasped aloud. She turned to the right and saw the painting that they’d fallen through earlier.

Wasting no time in making her way over and stumbling through, she called out,

“Paz!” She turned and found the girl sitting on the floor, a flashlight flickering on and off in her hands.

“There you are! The ghost- he- wood and then rhymes!” Mabel lifted her hands in exaggeration before shaking her head and trying again. “The ghost’s turning people to wood, and while it’s pretty cool, he’s rhyming now!

She reached over to grab her hand and snap her out of her stupor. Mabel gently tugged at it and pointed toward the entrance of the room. “I need your help!”

The blonde ripped her hand out of her grip before she met her eyes. It didn’t last long though because she closed them again and turned her head back to the floor.

“Paz…?”  Mabel whispered, she was about to question her further, but the blonde had spoken up again.

“Do you wanna know why this room was locked up?” The flashlight tilted upward and highlighted the area that had been covered in a sheet earlier on. A group of paintings stood in its place, each one depicting a scene of deceit. “This is what I found in here, a painted record of every horrible thing that my family’s ever done.”

Mabel turned to watch the blonde, her face had a dejected expression as she continued speaking.

“Lying, cheating, and then there’s me,” Pacifica said, she pointed the flashlight onto her face before letting it flicker off. “I lied to you just because I’m too scared to talk back to my stupid parents.”

The blonde removed her earrings and chucked them at a painting of them in the far edge of the room.  

“You were right about me. I’m just as bad as the rest of the Northwests,” she murmured and turned to her again, her eyes were wide and just so sad that Mabel wished she could give her another hug.

“Look… Paz. I’m sorry that I said those things, but just cuz you’re related to them, doesn’t mean that you are your parents. I mean, look at me and Dipper, we’re nothing like Grunkle Stan!” Mabel said encouragingly before placing a hand on her shoulder. “It’s not too late to fix things.”

Pacifica weakly smiled at her and Mabel felt her own grow in turn.


Mabel let her hand drop from Pacifica’s arm and immediately turned around. “OH NO!”

The two of them left the room and screamed at what they saw. The room was covered in vines and everyone had been turned into wooden statues. Mabel’s stomach tightened when she spotted Candy and Grenda by the juice table, their faces contorted with horror.

The ghost was standing in front of the fireplace. His back was to them, but Mabel could feel the arrogance emanating off of him.

She tightened her grip on the journal and sprinted toward the center of the room.

“Mabel, wait!” She heard Pacifica call out, but she continued running.

The brunette jumped onto a table with a silver platter on it and readied herself. “Alright, ghost. You don’t get to turn my friends to stone and just get away with it.”

Mabel picked the platter up and opened the journal with her free hand. “Prepare to get-”

A blue ray shot at her hand and the journal went flying.

“Well, that didn’t work out so well,” Mabel mumbled to herself, but then she felt something warm smash into her body. When she peered down, she saw that her feet had started the process of turning into wood. “Uh oh. No, no, no, no!”

Well, now you’ve gone and done it Mabel. You should have brought Dipper. He would know what to do, but nooo, you just had to let him stay at home because you said you could do it yourself.

Before the wood completely engulfed her, Mabel let out a quiet plea.

“Dipper, save me!”

Then everything went dark.

           ~~~~~~~———————- Gravity Falls ——————-~~~~~~~

When Mabel woke up, she was lying on the table.

The room was filled with warmth and a lot louder than it had been before. She climbed off of it and went to grab the journal from the floor.

“OH, I don’t have a phone.” She heard Grenda’s voice in the distance and turned to see her friend chatting with some fancy looking guy. “BUT YOU CAN WRITE IT ON MY FOREHEAD!”

Candy’s eyes met her own before the girl flashed her a thumbs-up. Mabel smiled to herself, she was happy that the night had turned out well for someone at least.

“Hey, Mabel?”

At the sound of the timid voice, she turned and saw Pacifica standing there.

“Oh, hey! You did it Paz, I’m proud of you!” The brunette laughed and placed her hand on the blonde’s shoulder.

Pacifica seemed to beam at her before a light blush dotted her cheeks and she coughed awkwardly. Mabel let her hand drop and took a step back. Her eyes averted to the floor beneath them and she snorted with laughter.

“Hey, look, at that.”

Pacifica’s blue eyes turned down and the two noted that they were on ‘her parent’s favorite carpet pattern.’ The blonde let out a bright laugh and stomped her foot down on the pristine carpet. Mabel laughed along and imitated her.

“Ah, this is totally great and all, but unfortunately things are going to go back to the way they were last year,” Pacifica said, she reached over and grabbed a bowl of cider and threw it at the floor.

“Eh, better enjoy it while you can, I guess!” Mabel stated, she reached over and purposefully knocked into one of the waiter’s arms. “Oops, I’m just making a big old mess, aren’t I, Paz?”

She heard Pacifica giggle when the tray of cakes crashed into the floor. The blonde smirked at her and replied in a teasing tone. “Who gave you permission to call me that?”

Mabel paused, her mouth formed a small o, and she took a step back. “U-uh, I’m sorry! I’ve been calling you it for like half the night and you didn’t say anything so I-“

"Mabel, calm down, it’s okay!” Pacifica laughed, she placed a hand on her arm and smiled. “I kind of like it anyway.”

Mabel turned to grin at her before she felt something warm press against her cheek.

Any words she wanted to say got caught in her throat was Pacifica pulled away. The blonde took a step back and pointed her thumb toward a doorway.

“Um, I’m gonna go find someone to clean this up. I’ll… see you later?”

Mabel gawked at her momentarily and stiffly nodded her head. As she watched Pacifica retreat, the situation finally sunk in.

Pacifica had kissed her. Well, it was on the cheek, but it was still a kiss!

Mabel felt blood rush to her already rosy cheeks before she felt a hand wrap around her arm.

“MABEL, WHERE’S YOUR BROTHER?!” Old Man McGucket had some sort of weird contraption on his eye and was looking around wildly. He didn’t give her a chance to answer and shook her violently. “I fixed the laptop! And there’s a timer, the apocalypse is coming!”

“Oh, he’s - uh, at the Shack actually,” Mabel answered, the old man let her go and sprinted out the door.

The brunette maneuvered her way over to her friends, she didn’t think too much on what the old man had said and decided to enjoy herself.

Everything’s gonna back to the way there were before, next year, huh?

Mabel turned away from Candy and Grenda to seek out Pacifica. The blonde, who had apparently been staring at her already, blushed and looked away. When her blue eyes peered back, Mabel waved at and giggled.

Well, maybe not everything.


Saying Hi to Kickstarter Creators at MoCCA Arts Fest

Beneath the watchful eye of a giant floating Charlie Brown, we visited the MoCCA Arts Festival this past weekend and caught up with some fantastic project creators. There were great Kickstarter-funded comics to be found all over the festival — above are just a handful of the creators we saw (and managed to take photos of). Pictured:

Great seeing everyone — now go back some projects and read some comics!

Hozier Review 11.4.14

It was Election Day Tuesday, and all across the metropolitan area people were scrambling to cast their votes. However, I was doing something very different. On this crisp November afternoon, I was anxiously waiting outside the 9:30 club located in NorthWest, DC. Pressed against the musky brick wall, I was queuing for Hozier’s show! Before I delve further into my review, I would like to disclose a certain bias. First and foremost, you should be aware of the fact I am an avid fan of Hozier, and have been for quite some time. However, once presented with this information one may quickly jump to the conclusion that my review will be far too generous and lenient, but, it is actually quite the opposite. Constantly immersing myself in not only Hozier’s recorded music, but videos, reviews, and nearly everything that is published regarding him, only contributed to the formation of truly outstanding expectations, and thus a highly critical attitude.

After a chilly two-hour wait, entry to the basement was conducted, allowing people to wait downstairs for the doors to open at 7:00. Pleased with my place in line, I marched down the steps and handed in my ticket, only to be turned away due to an identification discrepancy. Holding back the tears, and breathing in a gulp of heavy air, I went back outside and sorted things out with the box office. Eventually, I was able to get back in. And despite, the minor setback, and the fact I had lost my spot in line, I was overcome with relief. “It’ll all be worth it” I thought to myself, imagining the wonderful event I was soon to witness.

Finally, the doors opened. I sprinted up the stairs, heart fully palpitating, and descended into the arena, where I maneuvered my way to the front. It was now only a matter of time before I could see him. 

James Bay went on promptly at 8:34 and did an incredible job. However, I would be lying if I were to deny my fantasizing of the next act all throughout his performance. 

Before my sore feet and I knew it, it was 9:30 and Hozier was to be on stage. I waited. And waited. Finally, I saw a tall silhouette approaching from the corner of the stage. I was completely taken aback, Andrew, the 6’ 5” irish man with impeccable hair, who I had been obsessively researching for an extended period of time, was right in front of me. He was here. A crooked smile cracked upon his narrow face. And he soon began with ‘Like Real People Do’

The bitter sweet melody and soft vocals immediately pierced through the crowd. His sweet strums of guitar left a feeling of true serenity. From then on, the idea of time escaped me, I honestly felt as though only a matter of minutes had passed. Hozier went on to preform the soulful ‘Angel of Small Death’ and had the crowd vehemently clapping along, clearly infatuated with his artistry. He soon zipped into the jazzy and upbeat ‘Jackie and Wilson’ invigorating nostalgic and eclectic vibes. His showmanship was simple, raw, and thoroughly endearing. Between songs he left the crowd howling in laughter, quirkily discussing his day’s events. My personal favorite quote being, “I shit you not, today I met Bo and Sunny [Obama’s dogs], they were beautiful”. His easygoing personality and passionate performance entailed for a truly delightful juxtaposition. Penetrating stares and emotional eye closings were scattered throughout his performance.

He went on to preform more songs, and although there was a minor moment of pitchy-ness in his cover of ‘Illinois Blues’ by Skip James, it was natural, and only allowed for a more authentic experience. His magnetizing voice pulled all in. He soon performed the soft and somber ‘Cherry Wine’ and, despite, the previously loud and rowdy crowd, the venue was left in silence, leaving only the lulling whispers of the lyrics to be heard. He and the lovely Alana Henderson, then performed the beautiful and dark ‘In a Week’. The pure and ethereal vocals left the audience in disbelief, but hungry for more. Hozier went on to please the crowd, finally inciting full throttle chanting during his performance of his billboard smashing hit, ‘Take Me to Church’.  He blissfully played on as the crowd and I remained hypnotized with his talent. He soon smiled, and waving a quick good-bye, expressed his appreciation for us all coming, and left the stage. 

It only took about a minute and a half before a mixture of cheers, screams, and claps resulted in his return. Smile beaming brightly, he said “I guess I’ll do some more”. He went on to perform his unique and emotionally infused take on Amerie’s ‘1 thing’ leaving the crowd not only entertained, but revitalized. Soon, a silky and sublime coo of “babeeeeee” had the audience in awe, as he sang ‘From Eden’. 

This time it was really over. Once again, poignantly expressing his appreciation, and this time, throwing some picks to the crowd; Andrew left with an ensemble bow. Soon the crowd migrated toward the exit. As I watched the flood of people migrate, I had to stop and stand still, and just soak up all that had just occurred. 

But this is not the end. As mentioned previously, I have conducted extensive research regarding Hozier, and Andrew’s concert behavior. Through this research, I was able to assemble and execute a ploy to meet him. Determined and giddy, I waited along the alley with a handful of people, outside the tour bus. Once again I waited. And waited. I soon saw Rachael, Alex, Mia, Alana, Rory, and Ruby walk by and plop on the bus. They all assured us Andrew would be coming. And soon he did. Carrying what appeared to be a duffle bag, he was engulfed by people. A chipper “Hey there” was exclaimed and followed by a “20 seconds, I promise”. He walked by me and my eyes couldn’t help but widen. He hopped on the bus. Seconds passed, and the bus ignition started. My stomach sank. But then, like a sun peaking through foreboding clouds, he emerged from the door! And before I knew it, I was next in line to meet him. Pathetically, I had assembled a small collage for him, trying desperately to convey my true appreciation of his work. Hands shaking, I stretched my arm out to give him it, uttering words of exuberance. Warmly he looked at me and smiled. Nervously, I continued on with my erratic search for words, apologizing each step of the way. He consoled me with a calm “It’s all alright”. We then chatted for a bit and a photo was achieved. 

I literally thought that I couldn’t like Hozier anymore than I already did, I even feared disappointment after seeing him live, yet what I experienced was unimaginable. Not only was his sheer talent clearly transparent, his passion clearing seen, but his humble and genuine personality combined to lead my love for him and his music to grow exponentially. Captious and negative people can say what they want, but they were not truly there. They were not in the moment, fully immersed and permeated in the scene. Although noteworthy, Hozier’s natural talent, eloquent writing, and endearing stage presence does not define him, what he has is so much more. He is not just seen, he is not just heard, he is felt; and that is something I will treasure forever.

Hey folks! SPX is THREE DAYS AWAY! And here’s my list of LGBTQ creators and LGBTQ content at SPX. Check these tables out! And see you there.

A12A » Anna Archie Bongiovanni
A14 » L Nichols
B5B » Declan McCarthy, Miles Cook
B6B » Molly Ostertag
C10 » Jess Fink
C14 » Kevin Jay Stanton & Paul Reinwand
D6 » Margaret Trauth
D7A » Tony Breed
D10B » Hazel Newlevant
E12 » Penina Gal
F4 » Kris Dresen, JD Glass
G1 » Rachel Dukes
G3 » Chris Kindred
G11 » Ed Luce
H1 » Dechanique
H8 » Sabin Cauldron
H9 » M.R. Trower
H12A » Dylan Edwards (Northwest Press)
H12B » Rob Kirby (Northwest Press & Ninth Art Press)
H13B-14 » RM Rhodes & Sara P
J14 » Bex (California College of the Arts)
K9 » C Spike Trotman (Iron Circus, Smut Peddler)
N4 » Kou Chen, Eric Alexander Arroyo, Emily Forster, Aatmaja Pandya, S. M. Vidaurri (Boy I Love You)
N12A » Blue Delliquanti
N13 » Kevin Czapiewski, Annie Mok, Cathy G Johnson, Jessi Zabarsky (Czap Books)
W19A » Joyana McDiarmid
W32 » Evan Dahm
W33 » Danielle Corsetto
W76-78 » Jeremy Sorese (Nobrow)

Also, so you may see these folks walking the floor:

Kaylee Rowena
Kathy Rex