Dark Corners Volume 1: Murky Waters

Zines are a great way to allow anyone who feels disenfranchised to take back their rightful piece of the public sphere. I found a bunch of digital feminist zines online and relied heavily on those to help guide me through my first experience in zine making. Because this access was really important for me I wanted to make sure to put a digital copy up. This version is slightly varied from the physical copy. You can e-mail me at jlordatl@gmail.com for one. Thanks again to everyone that helped- it ain't easy!!

::\\:: Dark Corners Volume 1: Murky Waters ::\\::

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