Summer night Kiev blues

I was born in Kiev, Ukraine, I was young and running wild – “Be a darling,” said the raven, “Keep my beak inside your heart.” I was born in Kiev, Ukraine, Beak in heart and heart in throat, Acid bubbling in the tear ducts, Muscle in a Gordian knot. I was born in Kiev, UkraineContinue reading “Summer night Kiev blues”

I just read gay Strelkov porn so you wouldn’t have to

Note: After I wrote this post, I made the decision to insert a bunch of gifs with hot men in them. It’s not for you – it’s for me. To preserve my soul. When Heather McRobie alerted me to the fact that erotic gay fan fiction featuring Igor Strelkov (Girkin), former (?) separatist leader in easternContinue reading “I just read gay Strelkov porn so you wouldn’t have to”

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”

In which I spend entirely too much time responding to the same damn argument creepy Ukraine crisis trolls ALWAYS make around here

Recent articles on paid troll organizations in Russia haven’t surprised me – ’cause they’re not that recent a phenomenon (though lately, it seems, they are going after Western publications with a vengeance). The thing about a paid troll is that you can rationalize their actions. When I get messages that are apparently sincere in their utterContinue reading “In which I spend entirely too much time responding to the same damn argument creepy Ukraine crisis trolls ALWAYS make around here”