The novel inhabits teenage experience with tremendous perfection—from the mighty importance of phone calls to the ongoing hunt for a good house party. Read More
I first saw Sister Spit perform in Portland, Oregon in the early 2000s. Michelle Tea and her gritty gang of dyke writers and poets were legends. Everyone had a story about the crew, who jacked off to what zine, who had gotten high with who before getting sober, or what punk houses had hosted the tour in years previous... Read More
