Five Star's 319th Great Blog Roundup Is Brought to You By Günter Grass

This week's Five Star roundup is brought to you by the power in the ability to be your whole self, a joyful man, seeking the balance between the interior and the exterior, the treatment of women and other minorities in literature, the (lack of) experience of one's own body, and Günter Grass:

by Blaues Sofa from Berlin, Deutschland (Günter Grass beim Blauen Sofa) [CC BY 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons

by Blaues Sofa from Berlin, Deutschland (Günter Grass beim Blauen Sofa) [CC BY 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons

As a child I was a great liar. Fortunately my mother liked my lies. I promised her marvelous things.
— Günter Grass —

Happy reading!

"NPR, Gay Marriage , and the Years of Crying In My Car" by Jennifer Berney at Goodnight Already:

The phrase whole self makes me think about how we fragment our identities, and how at first, perhaps, that fragmentation creates a sense of numbness more than pain.

"Meet Lou" by Brenda Keesal at Burns the Fire:

We get here, and Lou is singing. His caregiver Polly is waiting for the chorus when he takes a breath, so she can feed him. His pal Ethel watches him like a hawk so he doesn’t go full throttle, piss off the other diners and make trouble for them in their once grand, now fading old-age home. I think she is crazy in love with him, but that’s another story.

"Today's Weather Report" by Carrie Snyder at Obscure CanLit Mama:

…twenty minutes can feel like a very long time when I’m sitting in silence listening to the sound of my thoughts skittering, seemingly randomly. Oh, there’s my mind trying to make a plan for later on today, and a list of things I can’t forget to remember to do. There’s my mind slipping sideways into what seems to be a dream. Bring it back, follow the breath.

"The Stories I Wanted to Read" by Aliette de Bodard at Aliette de Bodard:

I still read books. Most have silent women, or women who use their looks as a weapon. There are no female friendships. There are no mothers, no families. People drink coffee and speak English, and most of them are blond and pale-skinned. When someone who does look or sound familiar appears; when someone seems like they’re going to respect their ancestors and value their families — they’re the aliens.

"Does She Take Sugar?" by Tardistic at Tardistic:

Most other people, so I’m led to believe, tend to know what feels wrong with them, even when they don’t have any visible signs like a rash or a cough. I, on the other hand, consistently have trouble distinguishing between a sore knee, a bit of a cold and raging toothache. For some reason, I just don’t seem to be able to read the signals from my own body.

And because you are a fan of finding good, new writing online:

Five Star's 317th Great Blog Roundup Is Brought to You By Yan Lianke

This week's Five Star roundup is brought to you by racial politics and a sports figure who should know better, strange turns in the road to becoming a parent, a good friend well missed, a violent and dehumanizing system, the politics of colour editing in comics, a call to be better, and Yan Lianke:

by Georges Seguin (Okki) (own work) [GFDL or CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons

by Georges Seguin (Okki) (own work) [GFDL or CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons

For complexity does not inevitably heighten a story's verisimilitude, or its power to convince; sometimes simplicity and economy make for a more vigorous exposition, propelling the drama forward.
— Yan Lianke, Serve the People!: A Novel

Happy reading!

"It's Great Mo'ne Davis Had It In Her to Forgive That Guy. But Still, Fuck That Guy." by Damon Young at VSB:

There’s nothing to be happy about — no feel-good takeaways — when a middle school girl gets insulted by a man and has to speak up for him so he can continue a baseball career no one gives a fuck about. She is not supposed to be anyone’s savior or protector. We need to be saving and protecting her.

"The Sperm Part 2: Fresher Sperm" by Sara Hyde at Turkey Baster Baby:

So in the quest to get the freshest sperm possible we now have our donor coming over to masturbate at our house.  When I imagined this I thought it would be super awkward but actually it was pretty okay.

"Time and Space, My Friend" by Meg at Pigspittle Ohio:

All I remember about graduation is being ashamed of my shoes. My fucking shoes. So today I exchange my memory for his. I make it my own: we were kind to each other when the reality of all that we would leave behind and all that we would find ahead smacked us across the face.

"Our Bodies Are Not Terra Nullius" by Naomi at Kwe Today:

I am scared. I am angry. I am sad.
Yesterday I received the news of the verdict. “You must have heard by now,” my friend sent me. I didn’t. I just got off the plane. I was on my way to an interview. I checked twitter. Practically silent. I checked Facebook. Same thing. I googled his name to find the media had begun reporting on the verdict.
Her name is Cindy Gladue.

"Lighten Up" by Ronald Wimberly at Medium's The Nib:

Maybe you're reading this and thinking, "that doesn't seem like a big deal." But at that moment I thought…
"is this racist?"
…and I know that if I'm asking that question, the answer is probably "yes."

"Bake For Them Two" by Jessica Kantrowitz at Ten Thousand Places:

Christians, our Jesus said to not only follow the law, but to rise to a higher standard of love. Christians should be the FIRST people baking cakes — for everyone who asks us. We should be known for our cake baking. People should be saying, “There go those crazy Christians again, baking cakes for everyone. They just won’t quit!”


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