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Five Star Friday's 215th Edition Is Brought to You By Iain M. Banks

This week's Five Star Friday is brought to you by getting older in an age obsessed with the new, a frank discussion about motherhood and sex, the discovery of dreams, realistic expectations, a person well-loved, mental illness, and

Iain M. Banks

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The Universe says simply, but with every possible complication, 'Existence' and it neither pressures us nor draws us out, except as we allow. It all boils down to nothing, and where we have the means and will to fix our reference within that flux, then there we are. Let me be part of that outrageous chaos… and I am.
     — Iain M. Banks

You guys really pulled together a good collection of blog entries today. Thank you, and happy Friday!

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The Queen Mary

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Citizen of the Month

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...I hope our love for the new over the old — the Lindsay Lohans over the Elizabeth Taylors, the iPhone5s over the iPhone4s, the under 30 over the over 30. the beauty of youth over the glamour of maturity, doesn't turn us AGAINST that which isn't easily commodified.

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Adulthood CONFIDENTIAL! Why I Didn't, and Why I Did, and Why I'll Do It Again (A Costume Design Story)

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Bluebird Blvd.

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The dream reminds me of something essential that I try to carry in my front pocket every day: To learn, you must jump and you must fall. Again and again, you fall, learning something new each time about how to jump. And when you've fallen and learned enough times, something beautiful in you will lift up with practiced wings and fly mad, wild circles around your heart.

While the following isn't a typical blog entry, it is a refreshingly frank conversation about motherhood and the politics of sex in relationships —

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The Sex Thread (With Code Names)

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Mama's Comfort Camp

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If you are a mama reading this for the first time, you are in for a treat of unshaming.
If you are a husband or partner reading this, please give yourself permission to have all kinds of uncomfortable feelings as you read this candid discussion. If the mama in your life has asked you to read this, it means she loves you, and this can be the start of a very important conversation.
So please turn on the self-kindness, everyone.
Here we go...

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Everyone is having more sex than I am. (Another post I should probably keep to myself.)

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Adventures In Paradise

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Do you remember those halcyon days of young love? Those days where you were having sex not once, but MULTIPLE TIMES a day? In backseats, on sofas, in bathrooms, on the beach, in the shower...
I don't either. Wait. I *do* remember having sex in the shower. I ended up with a terrible cramp in my neck and in the end we fell over. It is by some small miracle that the shower door didnt break. Obviously they are built with that sort of accident in mind. I wonder if they have a safety check for that in the factory? Anyway, my point is:
How did I ever have the energy for that sort of nonsense?

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Diagnosis

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Restraint Unfettered

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More than one obstetrician and the neurologist assured me the pregnancy had nothing to do with Brian's condition. A change in his brain chemistry did not affect his sperm count, or the sperm’s capacity to swim faster, or anything at all associated with his side of the fertility equation. I don't believe them. I don't care what they say.
The day that Brian first talked back to voices in his head we conceived Olivia.

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In Our Hearts They Are Staying There

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Davka: Deer Girl Medicine

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I have been reading that over and over again. She loved me so much. She loved me so much. See? She said so. She loved me so much. So much. I was loved in this single speck of a life amidst aeons of stars and lives, I was so loved by her. And there will never be another love like it. She did understand me and that is so rare. Now she is gone and I don't know what to say except I want to wear those words of love like a badge of honor as I walk through my own life to say to anyone who cares, she loved me.

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