And when I talk about his critics, I don’t just mean Charles C. Johnson (although, seriously, screw that guy). Since news of Foley’s beheading by ISIS first broke, I’ve seen enough depressing Facebook “debate” that basically argues that gee, isn’t it sad that this journalist was slaughtered – but couldn’t he have been a littleContinue reading “James Foley’s critics are the real cowards”
Author Archives: Natalia Antonova
Oh my God, Becky – look at Pornhub’s statistics on Russia and anal sex videos
Someone who reads this blog has suggested that I write an overwrought essay about the latest Pornhub study, which has found that anal sex porn is “more popular in Russia than any other country.” Naturally, I am very offended by the suggestion that my writing is overwrought, and I am stomping my foot as IContinue reading “Oh my God, Becky – look at Pornhub’s statistics on Russia and anal sex videos”
Chyorny Dnepr: Mermaid Song
God, I must be getting older, A sickly pigeon on my shoulder Weeps diuretics from one round eye. God, I must be getting weaker, The teeth in my head are getting softer, The teeth in my head crumble to chalk. I pull them out of my mouth, And draw your picture on the sidewalk: WithContinue reading “Chyorny Dnepr: Mermaid Song”
A half-hearted Apocalypse of sorts
In the place I used to be from, they have an old legend about a band of warriors – horses, sabers, embarrassingly well-fitted leather chaps, etc. The legend goes that the warriors were brave and noble and fought on the right side of history. Most retired in peace and died nonviolent deaths. Except for the oneContinue reading “A half-hearted Apocalypse of sorts”
Jack of hearts
Men have always said, “Don’t you dare write about me.” Max never said anything of the sort, because writing didn’t exist for him, not really. It was real the way Australia might be real to someone in Europe. You’d see people from Australia posting on Twitter when the night was too hot for sleep andContinue reading “Jack of hearts”
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