Some #punk nostalgia from my time booking shows in New Orleans under the name No More Fiction (2009-2015). Honestly, I had to deal with a ton of BS around this time, including pushback from the anti-PC punk contingent and just shitty interpersonal dynamics in general. So, even though I do get nostalgic for this time, it’s probably best that I get to just enjoy the flyers and the music and leave the rest in the past.

“Punk shows in New Orleans featuring all-girl bands and queer bands, too. We’re just getting started and we need your support! Come to our shows and bring a couple bucks to support queer/girl bands on tour. The point is to have diy/punk shows that are welcoming to everyone regardless of gender, sexuality, race, ability, etc. and to have FUN.”

#punkflyer #girlband #queerband #queercore #riotgrrrl #DIY #OldPunkThoughts

Thinking about how when I was young, I thought I’d live communally forever. I lived in group houses for many, many years without issue. Then around the 2010s I moved to a city where addiction, violence and untreated mental illness were much more prevalent inside and outside of the punk scene. I had housemates invite a friend with a heroin addiction to stay with us. They didn’t tell me about his addiction but suddenly our belongings began to disappear.

Another time after someone in our community was murdered, I walked into my home to find a loaded gun on the kitchen table. The owner was a housemate who loved alcohol & recreational drugs and knew nothing about gun safety. The murder frightened him so he decided to arm himself. In later years, he got stabbed buying drugs and eventually died of his own recklessness.

It’s just funny to look back at how idealistic you can be when you’re young and haven’t yet seen how complicated and gritty life can get. #OldPunkThoughts #GenX #Communalism #CommunalLiving