Is print dead? We hope not. Unfortunately so many lesbian and feminist magazines have ceased print in the past decade, and Venus Zine is the latest to fold. In recent years, we’ve said goodbye to Girlfriends, On Our Backs, Rockrgrl, Women Who Rock, and other inclusive-publications like Jane and Punk Planet.
But we’re not giving up, and we won’t stop buying them, either. So this week we’re paying tribute to our favorite weeklies or monthlies that we love to hold in our little lesbian hands.
Mia Jones: As a tattoo enthusiast and someone who adores a woman with ink, Inked is one of my favorite magazines to stare at. I’m not sure how many articles I’ve read (I’m sure there have been some) but the beauty and art across those pages is just what I need to take my mind to another place. For me, tattoos and riding bicycles can always make a girl at least 10% hotter.
Heather Hogan: It would be easy to shake down Southern America as nothing more than a home for hillbillies, Tea Party rallies, Ku Klux Klan meetings and Baptist church revivals. But the South is also home to some of the greatest names in literary history: William Faulkner, Flannery O’Connor, Mark Twain, Harper Lee, Frederick Douglas. Heck, we’re home to Jimmy Carter, too! And Oxford American — which has won two National Magazine Awards — celebrates the complexity and vitality and intellectual vigor of the American South unlike any other publication.
It’s not just a literary quarterly, though; Oxford American publishes paintings and photography from a host of burgeoning Southern artists. It publishes recipes from up-and-coming Southern chefs. And once a year they bring all their awesomeness to bear on their Southern music issue. I’m a born and bred Georgia girl; I’ve felt the oppression of being a lesbian below the Mason-Dixon line. Oxford American reminds me of why it’s OK to be proud of my heritage. (And, because it’s published in Arkansas, it reminds me that all good writing doesn’t come from New York.)
Karman Kregloe: Because I have an online job, I rarely venture “outside” of my house anymore, so the irony of my selection is not lost on me. Still, when I lust for adventures at sea or ashore (are there “Land Pirates”?), I find that Outside provides plenty of fodder for my imagination.
I don’t snowboard or play any sports (I spent my last trip to Mammoth at the lodge drinking Disaronno and reading The Executioner’s Song) and so I don’t actually need to know about the best “new sticks” for the season or require encouragement that, yes, I can climb Mount Rainier. But I still love the idea of it all, and maybe someday I will trade all of my worldly good (yes, both of them) for my own tall ship and sail around the world. I read Outside so that I’ll be prepared for that day.
Outside might also be of interest to any lesbians who enjoy learning about subjects like “The New Goddesses of Adventure.” Yes, that was an interesting “read” indeed.