Zine of the Gay

ALL HAIL RAPTOR JESUS

Hello, queer zine lovers! 

I must admit, I’ve been having a hard time with creative output lately. As the last semester of my senior year of undergrad comes to a close, I’m under a lot of pressure – I’ve been having trouble writing anything that makes much sense, I’m worried about my last ever undergrad finals (yikes!), and everyone keeps asking what I’m up to post grad (double yikes!)

And, of course, all of these things are on my plate at a time when I’m less motivated than ever. Well, I have a zillion things sure I would like to do, but oh my god, I’m exhausted from making senior thesis, and I’m also exhausted from the 4 years of nonstop 2 – to – 4 – week art project turnarounds! (…which can’t get me anymore! Hooray, graduation!) 

This perfect storm has been a) leaving me unsure what to write about for Zine of the Gay, and b) walking into the archive every other Thursday afternoon looking like roadkill. Upon hearing all of this from me (and seeing me in roadkill-mode,) Milo asked if I could use some guidance on what to write about, and I was more than happy to hear what suggestions they might have. 

Milo told me to check out today’s zine: Raptor Fancy. They mentioned to me that they thought it might be the perfect thing for me to read right now, so I pulled it out and gave it a read. 

The cover of Raptorfancy vol #1, an image of Jesus holding a baby velociraptor.Raptor Fancy is one of the silliest things I think I’ve stumbled upon in the archive. For those who may be unfamiliar, as I was until Chris mentioned it to me, the title is a play off of Cat Fancy, a magazine catered towards cat lovers (one of many animal lover magazines no longer in print). Issue one of Raptor Fancy is a collection of many, many, many 2000’s-style Raptor Jesus memes (images in which the head of Jesus Christ has been replaced with that of a velociraptor, often accompanied by snarky or downright silly captions). Along with Even More Raptor Jesus Memes, volume two of Raptor Fancy includes several text excerpts detailing Raptor Jesus’s extended lore, including information about his licensure to perform miracles, his ability to turn water into diet FrescaÂź, his position within the traditional biblical canon, and several other prayers, chants, and religious texts (several of which I have also found on online meme wikis such as Encyclopedia Dramatica.) Many of these are parodies of common religious songs or chants, such as:

Our God’s a Jurassic God

He reigns from 4chan above

With wisdom, power and lulz

Our God’s a Jurassic God

(I’m so sorry to be that guy, but I must note that, while they do star in the film Jurassic Park, the velociraptor was, in fact, alive during the Cretaceous period, which came after the Jurassic.)

This about sums up the contents of Raptor Fancy — Pages and pages of memes, spoofing paintings of and quotes/teachings from the Christian biblical canon.

This zine was a really good comedic break from the world for me – each page had me giggling. It’s all just so weird! And, while reading Raptor Fancy, for just enough time, I forgot all about what has been stressing me out, everything weighing down on me. How can you be upset when looking at pictures of a velociraptor giving a sermon?

One other thing I want to touch on are the origins of Raptor Jesus. The phenomenon of Raptor Jesus memes began circa 2005, when the first Raptor Jesus edit was posted to the /b/ 4chan page, where it took off both on the basis of being a ha ha funny random picture, and as a criticism of Catholicism and Catholics. Although I have a lot of complex (and often negative) feelings about 4-chan, the people who frequent it, and the way in which 4-chan users tend to go about critiquing religion, I think it’s definitely interesting to think about freedom of expression and the freedom to create and enjoy “shocking imagery” (stay with me). 

To many, seeing the head of a Velociraptor on the head of Jesus Christ was offensive and shocking. However, when the separation of church and state functions properly, there’s (thankfully) no way to ban anyone from making any silly images they please, and harmless images of Jesus with the head of a velociraptor, amongst many other things, can be born.A page of Raptorfancy 2, including political promotional material for Raptor Jesus

I think humor can be a really important tool for criticism, and it’s important that we retain our rights to do whatever we want to pictures of Jesus (and more broadly, to say and do as we please as we move through the world.) In volume 2, several memes deviate from the traditional religious Raptor Jesus format, instead utilizing the iconic uncle sam posters, alongside other traditional stars-n-stripes imagery with captions such as “Raptor Jesus for President” and “I want you to worship Raptor Jesus! Lol.” I’m thinking about the world right now, and looking back at Raptor Jesus makes me think about what I can do to images of people or icons I find distasteful, and poke fun publicly while being able to hind behind the “I’m kidding! What’s so wrong with Velociraptors, anyway? It’s just a picture!” shield.

Here is my own rendition of Raptor Jesus, spreading the good word and combining church and state.

Bam! Look ma, I just made queer art!

I think humor and low stakes creativity is something I need/want to focus more on right now, and I think that as we all move through the world, we should all strive to make whatever we can. Sometimes, you take on the biggest project yet of your entire career, and sometimes, you collect all of your favorite Velociraptor Jesus memes into a zine, and make yourself and those you love laugh. Both are vital! And a great thanks to @raptor_fancy, for curating a beautiful, hilarious, and thought provoking collection of sacred depictions of our lord and savior, Raptor Jesus!

Back cover of raptorfancy 2


Rowan (He/it/they) is an intern at QZAP in spring of 2026, focusing on Zine of the Gay posts specifically. He is completing just completed his final semester at the Milwaukee Institute of Art and Design, and is a sculptor, zinester, and library lover. In their free time, Rowan likes to read, play puzzles and word games, and care for his concerning number of houseplants.

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Eruption Imminent! – The Volcano (Issue #3)

Front cover of The Volcano #3. An image of a volcano erupting, a photo by Kati Tobler of a person naked and covered in fruits and veggies, and several headlines. They say “never judge a book by its cover”, but with a zine like The Volcano #3 (a subversive dyke reader), how could I not? Someone with a contagious grin covered in nothing but plentiful fruits and vegetables captured my attention, calling me in like a siren to read more!

The five different fonts used on the cover of this zine are a good indicator of what lies within. The Volcano is an eclectic selection of written and visual works addressing a wide variety of topics. From the editor’s updates on adjusting to the San Francisco dyke scene, to tantalizing, gender-fuckery erotica, to a yeast infection treatment guide, The Volcano has it all. Poetry? The Volcano has it. A book review? The Volcano has it. A reflection on working with queer homeless youth? The Volcano has it – a true one-stop-shop for anything you could ever need! This is what makes The Volcano so wonderful, in my opinion. Like its namesake might suggest, this zine explodes in your face! Reading it, I found my full spectrum of emotions erupting forth. 

Image is titled "August" by Anne Sautter. Image shows a short haired person on all fours, looking down at a dildo. Text on the top left reads "Boys Will Be Boys." Boys Will Be Boys by Jocelyn Johnson is unlike anything I’ve read before. The story begins at a drag party, and the main character, a drag king by the name of jack, takes us with them as they explore. After taking in the crowd and having a drink, they step out into the backyard, where they encounter an intense, mysterious stranger in the shadows. The spontaneity, the tension, the gender!  And oh, when – well
 I don’t want to spoil it for you, now, do I? Give it a read for yourself, and I promise it’ll leave you on the edge of your seat wanting more!

Riding hot off the tails of Boys will be Boys is The Volcano Manifesto. The editors at The Volcano boldly declare their values and political stances, and as a reader, it’s comforting to see. There’s something refreshing about it – while reading the zine, I have the comfort of knowing what the editors believe in, and knowing that the people who put the thing together are on my side. The manifesto is perfect – loud, to-the-point, and unapologetic.

On the informative side, we have Girl, Ya Got the Yeasties! by Kristin Redmon. If you’ve ever had a yeast infection, you’ll know exactly the kind of hell that is to deal with. As someone who just happens to get frequent UTIs and has had the occasional yeast infection, it’s easy to feel gross or unhygienic for something I can’t control. Reading someone else’s experience with the very same thing feels really good; it helps me to feel normal, to feel seen. In addition to feeling seen about having infections in general, it’s cathartic to hear someone else criticize the same old shit I’ve had to put up with. Buying “feminine” care products while being visibly queer, trying to find the stuff you need in the pharmacy to begin with, the cost (and theft prevention measures) keeping treatments out of peoples hands, and the lack of helpful information out there – it’s all incredibly real, and incredibly frustrating!

Image of three yeast packets in a row

Redmon shares what foods to avoid if you feel a yeast infection coming on, things that tend to trigger infections, at-home remedies, and prevention methods. Everything is written super accessibly, and reads like advice from one friend to another. And it’s funny, too, which definitely lightens the mood! 

I also found myself enjoying the selection of poems included in this issue. Since reading it, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Be The Bomb You Throw by Irene Snyder of the Lesbian Avengers. 

The poem "Be the Bomb You Throw" by Irene Snyder

I work at a music venue, and my most recent shift was a Country show. I don’t want to generalize – There’s some Country I enjoy, and I have a huge appreciation for American folk, and Country’s roots in Gospel and European Folk music is incredibly interesting, but there is no denying the nationalist propaganda tool that Country music has become, and there’s no denying the crowd that it pulls in. Standing there, in a sea of people, I felt something strange and heavy inside of me when the singer praised the United States, and the crowd chanted “U! S! A!” along with him. I felt that discomfort grow as the singer proclaimed that we live in the greatest country that has ever been. I felt my stomach sink as the singer thanked all of the police officers in the country, and the crowd cheered louder than I had heard all night. 

Worse than the singer’s words was the cheering crowd. The knowledge of what the people around me might feel about me, and those I love, was upsetting. In that moment, this poem came to mind. Similarly to Girl, Ya Got the Yeasties!, feeling like your experience is seen and felt by others is empowering. Standing in a room full of people whose world does not include me, whose visions for the country necessitate my conversion, I hold dear to me the experiences of others. 

Right now, it’s important to remember that we have each other, and that there are so many people with similar thoughts, feelings, and ways of life to us. In the face of a world against us, we can take a page out of The Volcano’s book, and boldly be ourselves, and speak our minds, uncensored and unrestrained!


Rowan (He/it/they) is an intern at QZAP in spring of 2026, focusing on Zine of the Gay posts specifically. He is completing his final semester at the Milwaukee Institute of Art and Design, and is a sculptor, zinester, and library lover. In their free time, Rowan likes to read, play puzzles and word games, and care for its concerning number of houseplants.

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Home is where the heart is – and the regime isn’t! – on Queers, Family, and the Squat Community

When I first heard the term ‘squatting,’ I was a 16 or 17 year old suburban teen, listening to Green Day on the school bus, doodling the Trans Anarchist symbol in my notebook margins, and wearing way too much eyeliner. I hadn’t read any real political theory, and most of the time I couldn’t fully grasp what I was reading from leftists online. What I did know was that I hated the government, and I knew I was hungry for radical change, whatever that may have meant to me at the time. As I searched for answers and information to fill in the gaps of my knowledge, I did so in the way most teens from my generation would. With the World Wide Web at my fingertips, I turned to Google and social media posts for my overview of the past couple centuries of political counter-cultural history. 

Of course, learning from strangers online has its downsides, primarily unfathomable bias and misrepresentation of the truth. The internet is a forum, and all opinions are welcome. 

One contested topic online, especially within alternative political and music-based subcultures, is always who is and is not a poser. One topic in particular, crust pants, seems to be consistently surrounded with this particular brand of scrutiny. Can anyone make crust pants? Are they only crust pants if you don’t wash them? If you hand wash them are you a poser, or only if you machine wash them? Is it or is it not stupid that crust punks don’t bathe? Are crust punks performative? Do you have to squat to be a crust punk? Is squatting performative? And toughest of all, who gets to decide?

It was through these kinds of online conversations that I discovered squatting. For those unfamiliar, a Squat, as defined by Brian Heagney’s ABC’s of Anarchy, an excerpt of which is included in today’s zine, is “an empty, vacant, or neglected structure that someone has decided to turn into a living space.”

I heard all kinds of things – squatting is fun, squatting is legal in some states, squatting is dirty, squatters share needles, squatters have unsafe sex and spread STIs, squatters are all performative, squatters are pretending to be homeless, squatting is resistance against owned property, and so on and so forth.

I didn’t really know what to think. Even as a teen, I think I knew I was missing too much of the picture to know what a squat really was. I do remember thinking, though, that it didn’t really matter if squats were great or not, because they weren’t for me. I had some understanding that if I, as a transgender person, were to launch myself into that scene, I would face othering, or even danger, and so, squatting would never have anything to do with me. I can’t tell you where I picked that up – but I felt it.

Zine cover, "Queers, Families and the Squat Community - spring 2011 - Volume 1" over image of people in city street.

While I’ve learned and read some here and there about the reality of squatting since, my general perception of the straight-ness of squatting has gone generally unchallenged until I happened upon today’s zine in the archive. Queers, Family, and the Squat Community is a 24 page zine by an individual named Kathleen about their experience and knowledge gained while researching the squat community in Amsterdam, or “the ‘Dam,” as they call it. 

Reading this zine, my initial overwhelm at the widely varying descriptions of squat culture makes total sense. Kathleen mentions the varying perspectives they heard, being told that there was no queer presence in squats, that queer squats had existed in the past, but no longer do, and that there were plenty for them to find, and where to look, and who to talk to. They detail attempts at interviewing a woman who lived in a squat, and who was a queer activist org member – but refused to take the interview, as she neither identified as a squatter, nor as queer! 

I think part of this wide variance in definition and experience is accounted for by the fact that queers and punks are historically groups of people that reject categorization. No squat is going to function the same, no queer person has the same definition of queerness and what it means to them, and that doesn’t mean one person is right and one is wrong. The beauty of these expansive labels or political identities is their fluidity. Kathleen includes statements from queer and squat-dwelling individuals in their zine, and while people’s definitions of queer and statements about queer squatting echo each other, no one’s definition is the same.

Image of person at a table with a banner, reads "When injustice becomes law, resistance becomes a duty"

On that note, this zine makes a point not to define a “queer squat” as one, definitive thing. In fact, Kathleen is concerned with quite the opposite, focusing on the fluidity of these terms, and furthermore, the stretchiness of the term “queer.” Kathleen gets into the term queer as a broader theoretical term, not strictly as one person’s gender or sexual identity, but as a broader umbrella for a way of existing outside of the bounds of the heteronormative culture, yes, but also the capitalist, racially oppressive, class divided, sexist, ableist, and all-the-other-ists superstructure we live within.

“Squatting—as a counterculture—has created a counterpublic, a network of people and places that operate outside of the dominant public sphere. Even if squats are not inhabited by people who identify with the word queer, they are queering space itself, by redefining how spaces can be used.”

They quote Jack Halberstam’s definition of queer space from his 2003 essay, What’s That Smell?: Queer Temporalities and Subcultural Lives: “the new understanding of space enabled by the production of queer counterpublics.” While I haven’t personally read the work that Kathleen is referencing, the topic of squatting, repurposing architecture for political reasons, and living outside the norm has me thinking a lot about a different piece written by Halberstam, written in 2018, 7 years after the creation of Kathleen’s zine.

In Unbuilding Gender – Trans* Anarchitectures In and Beyond the Work of Gordon Matta-Clark, Halberstam analyses anarchitecture in connection with transness and the process of transition, and furthermore, discusses the queerness of the anarchitectural works of Gordon Matta-Clark, an artist who, as Halberstam acknowledges, is not queer himself. However, through the inherent connection between anarchy – a rejection of the political superstructure – and trans*ness – a rejection of the superstructure’s imposition on the body, and a way of living outside of the rigidity of what is societally expected – the work can absolutely, unquestionably be called queer.  “We might take up the challenge offered by Matta-Clark’s anarchitectural projects in order to spin contemporary conversations about queer and trans* politics away from notions of respectability and inclusion,” Halberstam explains, “and towards the anti-political project of unmaking a world that casts queers and trans people (and homeless people and immigrants, among others) as problems for the neoliberal state.”

Person in shadow waving a flag with the combined trans and anarchist symbol. Following this line of thought, something like squatting, which may not be formally defined by connection to the lgbtq+ community, can absolutely be analyzed as a queer way of living. As Kathleen discusses, squatting breaks down barriers – not only larger barriers, like who should be able to live where, but also what a space can be. Kathleen shares that several of the people she interviewed talked about the importance of making art, which was supported by squats with free music studios and dance rooms, and became a place for parties to happen and communities to be built. The borders between living space and creative space, between private and public property, are blurred – a space for all, fluid, without rules. Sounds pretty queer to me! Additionally, people who may not be able to afford or access these kinds of spaces in a traditional capitalist society now have access to it for free. In this setting, connecting with fellow humans no longer has to take place in a paid to enter space. 

On top of this, squatting dissolves the imposed standard of a nuclear family, and who should, or can, share a living space. In the section “what’s a family?”, Kathleen delves into the fragility of the ‘traditional’ (western) construct of family, and the importance of expanded understanding of the term. 

“Family is a social institution that is most commonly understood to be comprised of people joined by blood or marriage. This definition of family, however, excludes thousands of relations that are just as valuable but do not look traditional.”

The folks Kathleen interviewed about family had varying definitions unique to their own feelings and experiences, similarly to their definitions of Queerness and of squatting, but all individuals stressed the importance of unconditional love (in the sense that the people you love unconditionally are your family, not that unconditionality is owed to relatives.)

So, while not every squat is labeled a ‘queer squat,’ or even has queer members, the action and disruption of the status quo that squatting is can be an incredibly queer thing, and lends itself, in many cases, to building queer community structures.

Illustration of a femme person holding a large pan, thinking "I could smash patriarchy with this."

Of course, These are all things that a squat can be. While I would love every squat in the whole wide world to be a paradise for all marginalized people, one key aspect of a squat is that a squat can be anything. Squats aren’t all queer friendly, far from it. Plenty of squats are built up off members with hostile and even dangerous prejudices against marginalized people. Additionally, people raised in oppressive systems often carry unchecked or unnoticed oppressive behaviors with us – and the subtler or more normalized they are, the harder they are to unlearn.Spray paint art - "Dear patriarchy, if I know how to make a cake, then I know how to make a bomb, so fuck off! - The Lavender Menace" In a section titled “the good, the bad, & the manarchists”, Kathleen addresses the prevalence of misogyny in the squat community. As they put it, “there may be no masters and no gods, but at the end of the day, who’s doing the dishes?”

Kathleen points out commonly overlooked ways that normalized misogyny and hierarchy can sneak their way past someone who isn’t on the lookout for it. In addition to these ways to spot a power imbalance, Kathleen provides readers with interviewee’s takes on what makes a squat a good squat, and an advice segment on successfully organizing a collective. Additionally, the last few pages are packed with resources, including detailed information about specific squats in Amsterdam and where to find them, and a further reading list. 

Oh – and of course, no anarchist zine is complete without a delicious recipe! As Kathleen puts it, “if there is no soup, I don’t want to be part of your revolution!” – and I couldn’t agree more. While I haven’t had the chance to test it personally, Kathleen’s (vegan!) pumpkin and sweet potato soup certainly sounds delicious, and I hope to try my hand at making it soon.

Kathleen's pumpkin and sweet potato soup recipe


Rowan (He/it/they) is an intern at QZAP in spring of 2026, focusing on Zine of the Gay posts specifically. He is completing his final semester at the Milwaukee Institute of Art and Design, and is a sculptor, zinester, and library lover. In their free time, Rowan likes to read, play puzzles and word games, and care for his concerning number of houseplants.

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