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Front page of "a country that doesn't exist" minizine, printed on pale green paper. Text reads: "A COUNTRY THAT DOESN'T EXIST @NOTABEANIE My mom has a joke she tells about how she's from an "imaginary country." Or it's a thing she says as if it's a joke, and everyone laughs. But it's not a joke really. It's just a thing that's true. The Federal Republic of Yugoslavia stopped being a country after she stopped living there. She's from a country that doesn't exist. The village she was born in is in Serbia now. But everyone who lived there had been Hungarian since long before the borders of Hungary ceased to encircle them. (Layers on layers of situational unreality.) When she came to Canada she stopped speaking Hungarian. She lost her accent, even studied English literature. If..."
Back page of "a country that doesn't exist" minizine, printed on pale green paper. Text reads: "...trans femmeboy, clinging to the edges of survival as the target of bigot parents trying to ban me from using the bathroom at my middle school. But these were not the options available to me. I had the option to be a girl, and now I have the option to become a man. I am a girl who will never become a woman. A man who never was a boy. I'm from a country that doesn't exist. And being from a country that doesn't exist, I have no native language. I speak man like a learner and woman like a 14- year old girl. I can't always find the right words, I cannot follow all the instructions. I see full well that I can never bring myself to be an adult woman. But nor can I be the feminine boy of my dreams. I don't necessarily want to be a 30 year old man, so much as it's just my only alternative. But in my heart of hearts I do not feel like a man. Deep down maybe some part of me will always be a 14 year old girl. Because I am from a country that doesn't exist. www.notabeanie.me"
Front page of "a country that doesn't exist" minizine, printed on pale green paper. The zine is being held in a white person's hand against a brick wall. Text reads: "A COUNTRY THAT DOESN'T EXIST @NOTABEANIE My mom has a joke she tells about how she's from an "imaginary country." Or it's a thing she says as if it's a joke, and everyone laughs. But it's not a joke really. It's just a thing that's true. The Federal Republic of Yugoslavia stopped being a country after she stopped living there. She's from a country that doesn't exist. The village she was born in is in Serbia now. But everyone who lived there had been Hungarian since long before the borders of Hungary ceased to encircle them. (Layers on layers of situational unreality.) When she came to Canada she stopped speaking Hungarian. She lost her accent, even studied English literature. If..."

A Country That Doesn’t Exist, @notabeanie

“There is no version of 2001 in which I could have been anything but a girl. No version of 2024 in which I can be anything but a man. And unlike some trans men, I don’t want to have been a boy. I want to have liked lip gloss and dresses and ponies. And in the cosmology of the world that I knew as a child, that made me a girl.”
— A Country That Doesn’t Exist

“A perzine about ftm transition, girlhood, manhood, immigration, and liminality,” from notabeanie.

Mini-zine (one sheet of 8.5 x 11 paper folded into an 8-page booklet)

Weight 10 g
Dimensions 3 × 5 × 0.1 in

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