This is the Opposite of Self Help

This is the opposite of self help

This is the Opposite of Self Help

This is the opposite of self help

This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

My last two posts were a preview of this zine. Let me know if you're interested. I would really appreciate it. The zine is a small collection of poetry about the anxieties, fear, depression, mania, and overall shit I deal with attached to gender and my identity as a trans individual.

I already mentioned in passing that I’m on hrt. So I guess it’s okay if I post some kernels from another zine I’m working on about mental health intersecting with my identity as a transgender person called Body Horror(?) This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach Drinking

This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner's Guide to Bleach-Drinking

This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner’s Guide to Bleach-Drinking

Sickly sweet, the smell of spilt cider lingers on denim jackets still damp the next day // We're still in these moments together + I cling to them I wish I could remember that first night Black out but seeing blue My reckless masochism has, for the first time, reaped reward // Nervousness veiled tightly beneath liquored infatuation you stumble home with me // I wouldn't realize until nights later that there is a likeness mirrored between us That you would understand my hardships As your own because they have been // We drink to forget , to repress But we also drink to commend, to consecrate // I never want to forget again, I want to cling to these moments soon memories like the smell of spilt cider to denim jackets. This is the Opposite of Self Help: A Beginner's Guide to Bleach-Drinking