SMELLS LIKE SEX - FAN ZINE ISSUE 1 🍒
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SMELLS LIKE SEX - FAN ZINE ISSUE 1 🍒
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GRRLS TO THE FRONT!
GRRRLS TO THE FRONT
The first time I learned about ‘zines I was 16 years old. Thumbing through the pages of Seveteen Magazine, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the articles about which lipgloss to buy or how to get your crush to like you - when there it was, in huge block letters: RIOT GRRRL. The phrase itself has an outrageous energy and it instantly grabbed me. I read the article, learning that with a pair of scissors and some glitter I could make something called a fanzine that would activate my creativity and provide an outlet for my most intimate thoughts. More importantly, I wasn’t alone. Because there she was on the page in a sunflower dress with iconic black bangs, telling me that I matter: Kathleen Hanna.
I was drawn to the riot grrrl movement, which originally began in the early 90’s, because it made me feel empowered for the first time. I started to speak up in class. As the adolescent years of my life unfolded I started to wear eyeliner and short skirts because that’s when I felt most like myself, a walking dichotomy between playful femininity and balls-to-the-wall rebellion. I discovered punk music and started to write rock n’ roll songs because the angst felt honest and I was teeming with it. I covered myself in glitter and booked shows at dive bars, ditching the notion that a young, educated woman is supposed to behave accordingly and keep quiet. Kathleen said I could, so I did. In The Punk Singer, she emphasizes the importance of empowering the young girl in her bedroom who doesn’t feel like the world will accept her. When I saw the show footage of her demanding that all of the girls in the audience make their way to the front of the crowd so as not to be injured in the male-dominated mosh pit, I did feel important and accepted. “ALL THE GIRLS TO THE FRONT. I’M NOT KIDDING” - she was speaking directly to me, and through her I realized that I am a force to be reckoned with.
I woke up one morning last April, days before the release of my debut record, to hundreds of new followers overnight, all teens and all expressing different variations of the same sentiment. You told me that my music makes you feel comfortable in your bodies, perfect just the way you are right now, proud of your sexualities no matter where they fall on the spectrum, and finally heard. Your hyper-emotional and borderline maniacal reaction to my music moved me and inspired me to call you the CULT. Now it’s up to us to carry the torch of GIRLS TO THE FRONT into 2017. I am telling you that in a world that runs on machismo you are NOT weak if you show vulnerability. You CAN express yourself sexually AND be taken seriously. You can be rebellious AND intellectual. You CAN kick ass in a babydoll dress - male, female, or outside of the gender binary. You DO have a voice and it IS relevant. You CAN start your own DIY record label and make your own zine. And in the words of Kathleen Hanna, “girls constitute a revolutionary force that CAN and WILL change the world for real.” That’s us.
So, grab a pair of scissors and some glitter. Your voice matters. And the way you choose to express yourself is valid and beautiful.
All my grrrls to the front. I’m not kidding.
by sizzy rocket from the RAT 2023 zine
SIZZY ROCKET. Polaroids: WMF, 2024

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How did you come up with the name Sizzy Rocket?
I wanted to be a punk icon. it just happened.
Daybreak - Antonio Peticov (1982)
6/18/18
6/18/18
Last night, sipping orange wine and talking to strangers on the east side, burning yellow with the universe and restless in my confusion. Pain only becomes unbearable when you assign meaning to it…all those years walking around new york city like an open wound, swaying, a neon catastrophe at the electric room, kissing girls I wasn’t supposed to, waking up in hotel rooms, casting my future aside for a temporary present, nothing is for certain and it still isn’t, here in LA with all of the hopefuls and the romantics and the bright-eyed twenty-somethings (us) chasing after the dreams in our heads like it’s supposed to matter. The kids can tell when you’re faking it, that’s always been true - but I don’t know what’s real anymore, and I don’t know where I fit into the madness…with the NYU kids in leather jackets, leaning up against the Bowery and smoking cigarettes, talking about philosphers and trying to make sense of a hopeless city existence, the AC unit in the window, the starry-eyed Brooklyn lovers, you and I, running down 5th avenue to play in the fountain and discuss our love story one more time, just to make sure it really is permanent, dying my hair blue in my dorm room, wasting those years like sand running through my fingers, little baggies at the bottom of my purse, long nights at The Box drinking champagne from the bottle, how was I supposed to know none of that would push me forward in the buzzing way I really wanted? It is a feeling similar to regret, but not necessarily the idea of wanting to “take it all back” - more like wanting to go back and worry less, enjoy the starry nights and the youth running and the soul crushing ache and the stains on the carpet and the horrible way in which I loved you.

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Wendy O. Williams - The Plasmatics
a new one <3
NHIE (NEVER HAVE I EVER)
Never have I ever been met with such force that I forgot to turn the water on and now everything is soaked in sweat and blood
Never have I ever kissed a boy and not immediately fallen in lovehell, broken my teeth, lost everything like a casino and ruined my own life (whatever, I still wouldn’t change a thing)
Never have I ever given it all up at the drop of a hat, like a shot in the dark, strung out in Hollywood with the lights off and the moon full and the ghosts of my exes following me into head shops (I don’t regret any of my matching tattoos, I don’t regret you)
Never have I ever fallen from the sky and into a dirt lot across the street from our hotel where we told each other secrets on top of a gravel mound and made a whole lot of something out of nothing
Never have I ever drank cheap white wine out of a brown bag with a girl I barely loved on a holiday inn bench somewhere in Indiana and let her bite into my soul like a perfect pink apple (not ever, not once)
Never have I ever lost myself on the side of a highway and hitch hiked my way back to sanity just so I could say hello to a man with brown eyes and a bat tattoo who never cared about me and never will but it doesn’t matter because I laid in the middle of the street for him like a starfish and he ran over me with his car and I still have the tire marks, those you can’t take back
Never have I ever said no when god has asked to smoke me out, even though we end up fucking and it’s never like how I thought it would be
Never have I ever gotten an injection that felt like Jesus in a tidal wave, hanging from the dashboard, telling me lies that taste like dope sugar poison and maybe that’s why I feel so empty, so haggard
Never have I ever believed what my television told me, the colors are too bright to be true
Never have I ever had a new crush and not bitten the head off, slurped up the blood, devoured the bones, licked up the flavor, every last drop
Never have I ever told a bitch to her face how fucking mean she is because the truth needs to be said but this is not something we value as a society anymore
Never have I ever tried to escape a doom so imminent that all I had was a stack of pennies, a condom and a wallet with nothing in it but a black and white photo of people I no longer recognized
Never have I ever not done absolutely anything for love, apparently and god is it embarrassing
sorry i was passionate & intense & insane. it will happen again

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[A white fortune cookie paper with blue text. Front: A dream you have will come true. Lucky Numbers 3, 56, 32, 38, 25, 42 Back: Wine, Chinese text (jiǔ)]
Nightstick (1987)