My big shoulder-bag, one of the stars of this essay, doesn’t lend itself to traveling with an iPod if I don’t have a coat with pockets on. On the metro, coming back from spray-painted, moonlit Obolon’, I ended up having to stuff it in the waistband of my jeans as I stood by the door,Continue reading “On the metro. 9 p.m.”
Category Archives: Personal Essays
Fast girls
There’s a certain time of day, when the unkempt stadium across from my building is divided equally by light and shadow. Today, I came out at just such a time. After my usual warm-up, I found myself winded fairly quickly, the wind whipping me with my own hair (“cut your hair, Nat,” my track coachContinue reading “Fast girls”
Synesthesia: I has it
Leave it to me to be inspired by a Cracked article about how certain mental conditions could potentially get a guy laid (hey Cracked, when are you going to start helping ladies to get laid? Just sayin). Nabokov had it. Tori Amos has it. Yours truly has it, though she’s not nearly as awesome asContinue reading “Synesthesia: I has it”
Stuck inside of Kiev with the Charlotte blues again
I have a confession to make. I hate, HATE, the way autumn rushes into Ukraine, like a guest who shows up to early – and already filthy drunk. The blue of the sky gets deeper, the wind has a damp undertow. Autumn here smells like mushrooms and earth and every single bad thing I’ve everContinue reading “Stuck inside of Kiev with the Charlotte blues again”
What gives me hope (as per Ashley’s question)
Ashley has a great post about hope on Feministe right now. I started to type out my response in the comments, but it got long and complicated, so I’m bringing it here. “What gives you hope?” is a great question. I don’t think we ask it often enough. When we fill out surveys and memes,Continue reading “What gives me hope (as per Ashley’s question)”
Natalia A. 