Julian Shendelman has a weird-looking dog (part fawn, part fruit bat) and a nice Jewish boyfriend. A ten-year resident of Oakland, Julian splits his time between his boring desk job, organizing the Bay Area Trans Writers Workshop, and making moody zines. Julian identifies as genre-fluid. He was a 2016 Pushcart-nominated poet for his piece in Bat City Review, and won a literary death match with a true story about Queer Punk Cannibalism. This is his first book.
