Writer, artist Austin Dale has created this really cool 'zine .

_Meet my dear friend, austin

_Past lives

Austin & i met in high school. He, Lisa, & i had lots of wicked fun times together. Could've, should've had more, but whatever. Austin Dale & i remained in touch, for the most part. Currently working on being more social & hanging out together, as we do both go the same university. Btw, he lives in my old dorm. I think he is amazing.

_Self-bio from http://austindale com

" Austin Dale was raised in a suburb just north of Boston. He got the fuck out of there at 17 and attended Bard College at Simon's Rock for a year, where he learned a great deal. He now splits his time between New York City and Amherst, MA. He is already on his way to becoming an accomplished video artist and writer. He was commissioned for his first music video ( "A Knight With A Sword Killed His Own Son") by a really cool band from London called LEGGINS and is planning his first major short film. In the past, he has worked with filmmakers Larry Clark and Jonathan Caouette. In addition, he performs locally and self publishes a zine - Holy WritBoy - which includes his poetry, prose and photos. "

_Link

Issue #1 of ' HOLY WRITBOY '

http://www.austindale.com/zine.php

_Excerpt, pg. 13

Q: When did you realize you were gay?

A: When I was twelve, I found a VHS tape in the basement that my father had made. Whenever we were on vacation somewhere, he would be the one carrying around the camcorder. I never noticed him doing it, but it turns out he would sit and record young women and zoom in on their asses or boobs. When we’d come home from Disney World or wherever, he would edit them all together. For any other boy, this would probably be an exciting find. I just felt a strange confusion, not because my father had done this, but because I just couldn’t get off looking at a woman’s body on its own. I took the tape and threw it onto the highway overpass down the street from our house, and of course my dad never said anything about it.

_Excerpt from ' Nicky From Behind '

" I don’t know who would have been in my third bag. I suppose it would be me.

Then I realized that I couldn’t just carry my own dead body around. I’d have to leave it for someone else. "

_Excerpt from ' Call of the Wild Horses '

Him: No, you won’t. You’re just trying to scare me.

Me: I’m trying to make you realize.
Him: I can only realize what I feel.
Me: What do you feel?
Him: I feel your fingernails.
Me: What else do you feel?
Him: I feel your other hand on the back of my thigh.
Me: Does it feel good?
Him: It hurts.
Me: It can’t hurt.
Him: It does. Because I want to put my hand on your thigh. But I can’t
because I don’t love you.
Me: I love you.
Him: I don’t love you.
Me: I guess this is the end.
Him: It’s not the end.
Me: It will never end.

Him: I thought you were leaving.
Me: Unlike you, I’d have to be dragged away. But I think I’d let it happen.
Him: Are you going to call the horses?
Me: No, I’ll just let them come. I can hear them now.

_Ending thoughts

Planning on only skimming the material during my first glance, I found myself reading every word until the last page.  

Xoxo,

Lb

My favorite picture of the boy .