The core of this zine/long short story is the coming-of-age story written by Myriam Gurba of a Mexican Polish girl in Southern California, told from an older, body-aware/body-confident perspective. Body parts are explicitly described, down to urethras and tightening buttholes. (If the word “cunt” bothers you, skip the middle of the zine, where the staples show. I’m sorta surprised she didn’t make a clit reference there, since eight of ‘em staring me in the face.) There’s an obvious, juicy confidence and delicious power in the text. Bilingual puns abound, words are scratched out—showing both an obvious love of language and a confident playfulness that words can bend and flex. Throughout the story, the young protagonist is enduring on-going molestation from the kid sitting next to her in class, fingerbanging her during history. It’s contextualized, smart, and equally funny/tragic. Gurba illustrates the ripples of physical molestation, to mental molestation, to cultural molestation. The story ends with the powerful set of lines, “His smirk couldn’t touch us. Only we could touch each other.” I wish there was contact info on here somewhere. There isn’t. She handed this to me at the L.A. Zine Fest. Thank you. –Todd Taylor