Fagmagick was conjured from a photoshoot I did with my buddy Nic in a cold Berlin apartment in February of 2018. We wanted to capture the essence of at-home rituals but of course with a heavy homo soft-core slant. The photos came back and I was immediately impressed with the red of the film and I started writing the words in the Zine. It became something more to me than just about a ritual. It was a lonely fag, separated from the others, trying to conjure a guide, a lover, a mentor; an incantation to the other lonely fags in the world. He reflected my own desire to connect with our faggot ancestors, calling out to them in the dark. The call echos a desire for brotherhood, one than transcends time and space. In magical thinking, time doesn’t exist as it does in our reality; we are our ancestors and we can bring their spirits forward simply by living our faggot lives to their fullest. Arise, brothers!