When in London last week I ventured into a gay shop, you know one of those places that sells awful jewelry, tight bathing suits, lube, chains, and porn. One stop shopping. Like a gay 7-11.
I was tagging along with other friends who ventured in. Seriously. No, really. What? You don’t believe me?
Anyway, I was standing at the counter and I looked down and saw a zine! Being someone who loves zines, and the independent spirit of zine makers, I picked up Meat Zine, a simple black and white book. I had no clue what was inside and it was wrapped in plastic and it was 10 pounds. Hell, that’s almost $20! I knew it had to be good. And it was, but not like I thought it would be. There were no stories or interviews or the like. Just black and white shots of hunky guys with their clothes off. Not porn, but art celebrating the body. The models, all hot, are also all nonstandard cuties. For that reason alone I love meat. I mean, Meat Zine.