Anastasia bat Lilith

Save the date: the third PITTSBURGH JEWISH ZINE FEST will be 1-5pm on Sunday, August 30th! In the next few weeks we'll send out calls to come distro, table zines and share how you can get involved in bringing our celebration of Jewish diasporic culture and radical politics to fruition! We had a blast last year. We're hoping to step our game up, so follow us and watch out for details on what we're hoping to create together at the gracious @mr_roboto_project , raising money for Palestinian mutual aid and working to raise consciousness against injustice everywhere. Save the date, see yinz there! #pittsburghevents #zinefest #zinesterlife #zinemaking #morepicklesthanpicklesburgh

One broken carabiner, endless dreams of beautiful lesbians and all the antics they get up to ;^) Collage from the latest issue of my perzine! Link to get the single issue (or subscribe for a whole year!) is available in my bio.

After rounds of inquiries and restocks, my zine TESHUVA is available in radical bookstores across Turtle Island! Get my zine full of provocations for radicals, getting is to claim the fire left behind by our radical Jewish ancestors, AND support some wonderful bookstores! Everyone wins 😎 Fiery pomegranate art by my bub @apcomfort Art of Little Ashel and the Foygele Haggadah anarchist by myself for last years Jewish Zine Fest!

Dedicating this Lesbian Visibility Week to the cowgirls, the girlf*gs and guydykes who hold it down in the name of subversive pleasure. A tip of my hat to every hottie who's ever made me stop in my tracks and reckon "Do I want to ride them, or do I wish I looked like them?" Transitioning was a very abrupt and painful process for me. Dykes and lesbian spaces in my area have always been radically accepting of trans women, and finding community and home with dykes has been a lifeline for me. Y'all means 'All'; and that's a prayer I'll repeat till I come up gasping for air.

Enjoying my red hair a normal amount! From the Dead Sea Scrolls: Her gates are gates of death, and from the entrance of the house She sets out towards Sheol. None of those who enter there will ever return, And all who possess her will descend to the Pit.

I'll be distro-ing zines at Apteka during the Yiddish Electronica show on April 19th! I'm very honored that my friend @chaialeh asked me to come support her show, and so excited to get to share my love for zines and radical literature with yinz!!! Her music is a transcendent Yiddish channeling revolutionary pasts while forging new futures...don't miss out while she's in Pittsburgh Sunday and Monday! I've also been making lots of buttons lately...I got some historical designs from the Lesbian HERStory Archives. You can rep queer pride straight from the 60s-80s and carry the spirit of our LGBT ancestors with us. AND....I made some of my own button designs! I'm particularly proud of my own rendition of the Anti fascist Action logo with Molotovs, and my Jewish anarchist riff on the design. The Hebrew around "Blessed is the flame" is the bracha for blessing the havdalah candle at the end of shabbos: 'borei morei ha-eish', blessed is the flame. Zines are all FREE, buttons are PWYW (pay what you want / think is fair, comrade...). Everything is stolen, everything is free. Distroism will win.

Inspired by some other collages I've seen, I made this digital collage with some of my favorite things :3 subscribe to my newsletter through my KoFi to get collages like this sent via snail mail once a month! #zinemaking #collage #lilith #dyke #sapphic

Get my poetry zine KINOT! I made this back in October and never got around to sharing it online. It collects all the poetry, collages and original art I've been working on for the first time; existing as both a time capsule of this point in my process of Becoming, and a prayer against how overwhelming grief can be. It's got a dedicated playlist (as I believe more zines should have). "For the realest experience, stop after Psychic Wound by King Woman, take Estradiol Valerate (as you are able) and resume listening at Girl Like Me by Slayyyter." Presented within are poems, collages and writing created during the first six months of my time on hormone replacement therapy (HRT). Kinot (Hebrew for Lamentations) explores themes of the inseparability of love and grief, grief-tending being an ancestral skill whose practice has been ruptured by Colonialism / Empire, and how my Jewishness and Transness were very similar experiences of coming-home. This zine was first laid out - with the help of G✂️d - in the final 48 hours before the 2025 Pittsburgh Zine Fair.

My KoFi store is back up with a new redesign! Check out my zines with original art, writing and poetry including everything from radical politics, my queer attempts at religious studies and all the messiness I can get up to. Ive paused the patches (most of them didn't survive my last move...) but I've still got some Anti Zionist Jewish Club stickers in stock! Get my zine Kinot about trans Lamentations (and detailing that time I slept overnight in a cemetery), and now for the first time STEEL CITY SHTETL! Did you know I've been making a perzine about all the books and zines I read, plus whatever's on my mind? Well now you can subscribe through my KoFi and either get the latest edition (currently Issue #11, about that time my house burned down) for just $2, or get an ENTIRE YEAR of zines mailed to your door for just $13.

This Tu B'shvat I'm thinking of Rabbi Ilai from Talmud, and thinking of the possibility of shadows. I'm thinking of Forest defenders who lost their lives in places like the Weelaunee Forest, like Tortuguita, killed for defending indigenous lands. It's a good time (as any) to reflect on how defending The Sacred is met with state repression, and what possibilities open up when we take action 'with our heart in our hands'. Chag sameach, and may our solidarity be as strongly interwoven as the trees of mother Earth.

Earlier this month I was the victim of a very sudden and tragic housefire. Everything they say about fire is true: it spreads so, so quickly and the smoke even moreso. How am I? I'm taking things slowly. Listening to a lot of late Leonard Cohen and Bowie (think Darkstar + If You Want it Darker). I treasure the few things I have left (my room was obliterated) but I can't count on them being here tomorrow. My relationship to material possessions is singed. B''H everyone in the building got out unharmed, and no carbon monoxide poisoning. And yet, watching the fire while out in the cold (in only a bra and yoga pants) a little bit of me died. I can't tell you what started it. All I can tell you is the devastation left over. Most of my possessions were charred in the blaze. Every single item of clothing I had acquired since transitioning is gone forever. My first dress. My first tzitzit, several battle vests. My first earrings, my first carabiner, all gone. The plunger from my first self-administered hormone injection: gone. An external hardrive with every photo of my first trans love: gone. Ritual helped ground me in this time. Though I missed the first night, a comrade lent me a hannukiah and some candles so I could try and feel some ancestral connection. Strangely, lighting candles helped me a great deal in the wake of the house fire. It was nice to watch the fire dwindle, welcoming in the Dark. Hanukkah comes from the word for rededication. The temple in the old story is long gone (and, heaven forbid, shouldn't come back). What can we rededicate ourselves to in these bleak, awful times? As my comrade Tzvi @beislakish lakish (and others) asked this season: What needs to be built, and what needs to be destroyed? Civility is not real. Platitudes of normalcy, the mythscape of the American nightmare and its Idols (Capitalism, The State, etc) are not real. Fire is real. And so, too, is love: emanated most brilliantly in mutual-aid and solidarity. I pray for renewal, for safety and the capacity to one day bring Olam haBa to life (for even the briefest of moments) for the next neighbor in crisis. Chag sameach, freylikhen Nittlenacht, and solidarity forever. xoxo

In two weeks we're having a SHINDIG IN THE SHTETL, a shtetl-core dance party and Khanike candle lighting ritual! Come sing songs with us, eat some free food and take to the dance floor. We will also have crafts and all-aged activities, like an amulet making table and our second ever DREIDEL TOURNEY! If you're dressed like an extra from Fiddler on the Roof you get an extra spin to make it into our final bracket ;) We believe in the power of mutual aid and are raising money this year for our friend Inas and her children. Their home destroyed by the so-called "war" in Gaza, in which we have now surpassed over two years of protracted genocide, these horrors unfold on scales huge and small. Children are going into winter without a home, and we hope to make progress to rectify these inhumane conditions in ways tangible to some of the youths in Gaza without homes. If you are unable to make the event, sharing the fundraiser or leaving a donation to her would be a huge help! #pittsburghevents #pittsburghpa #freepalestine