Jaclyn Friedman talking about fucking while feminist. Jill Filipovic talked about dating while feminist. I’m going to talk about falling in and out love while feminist. Of course, we’re all still talking about the same things, pretty much. I’m going to use the word “love,” and I am going to blame my mother. I draggedContinue reading “Falling in and out of love while feminist”
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Humility. Let me show you it.
Why is it that my friends are always right about everything? Why?
Monday music: handfuls of goodbye
До свиданья, друг мой, без руки, без слова, Не грусти и не печаль бровей, — В этой жизни умирать не ново, Но и жить, конечно, не новей. – Сергей Есенин Khaled, this is for you, for obvious reasons. Also, real life has walloped me over the head since I got back from Moscow, but IContinue reading “Monday music: handfuls of goodbye”
Beautiful People, the “beauty won’t save the world, but it will come pretty damn close” edition
For Dad. Happy Birthday. The ice outside looks like whale blubber. Nobody is cleaning it up, because that’s something that people in civilized countries do, and it’s not like we can have anyone forgetting where it is they live. It would be vastly unpatriotic, etc. I don’t have any ambitions to prevent myself from fallingContinue reading “Beautiful People, the “beauty won’t save the world, but it will come pretty damn close” edition”
He’s funny that way
He makes me sit there, as it’s nearing 5 a.m. in Kiev, and write. He’s not here. He’ll be on a plane to New York soon. But his hand is on my shoulder, and I’m writing. “I threw your army tags into the water. A thousand years later, archeologists will dig that shit right up,Continue reading “He’s funny that way”
Natalia A. 