I forgot to review Elvis's zine back when I read it in May. Oops. As is typical with Elvis they share what they've learned about women's/feminist/lesbian/trans history with jubliant simultaneous mockery and love.
Since I read the zine three months ago and don't have it on hand, and my memory is abysmal, I'm going to let Suze Myers' catalog summary serve as my description. (Because I'm the worst kind of women's college employer, using a student's intellectual output for my own--and your--gain.)