Five Star Blog Roundup 416: Five Great Posts and a Quvenzhané Wallis Quote

This week's Five Star Blog Roundup is brought to you by the experience of new hearing aids, hurricane Harvey and PTSD, the problem of public vulnerability, years of queer sex blogging, a nation's disregard of women and girls, and a quote from Quvenzhané Wallis:

by Diariocritico de Venezuela [ CC BY 2.0 ],  via Flickr

by Diariocritico de Venezuela [CC BY 2.0], via Flickr

If I have to be fierce, I'll be fierce.
— Quvenzhané Wallis —

Happy reading!

"Rebecca-Anne Withey: I have new hearing aids. Here’s 5 things I’ve noticed" by Rebecca-Anne Withey at The Limping Chicken:

As I walked out of the audiology department, I was expecting to be bombarded with sounds. But it wasn’t quite like that. Instead new sounds creeped up on me. Distinguishing what those sounds were took (and still takes) a lot of time. For the first week I had crippling headaches and fatigue from trying to decipher all the noises.

And I say noises because despite most assumptions about hearing aids, they don’t actually help you hear sounds. They merely amplify whatever your residual hearing can pick up. And a lot of it doesn’t sound normal. Speech sounds strange. Crisper, yes, but robotic almost.

"Harvey Fight or Harvey Flight" by Erica Mullenix at Free Fringes:

I am not quite sure which aspect of storm prep, storm endurance or storm aftermath triggered my PTSD brought on by the series of events surrounding my daughter’s traumatic brain injury, but my going back to work once the bookstore reopened post-Harvey was a weird and waking nightmare.

"The Bureau Drawer" by Claire at This Is Claire:

I believe silence is a dangerous sound. Do you remember those huge, rainbow parachutes we used to run under in primary school? The teacher would yell “one, two, three!” and we’d wave it in the air. Twenty-something six-year-olds would then run frantically underneath, trying to secure a handle on the opposite side.
That moment of chaos, when each person is running at each other, ducking and weaving to reach the other side. That moment reminds me of silence. I don’t mean the peaceful, sleepy kind, I am thinking about the silence that lazily sits back to watch chaos ensue. Is it fear? Avoidance of conflict? Why are we so resistant to tell bad stories? Why are we so resistant to hearing them?

Warning: full frontal genital nudity —
"The Ups and Downs of Queer Sex Blogging" by Mx Nillin at Mx Nillin:

At times, it likely looked like I was going to throw in the towel, and believe me I was close to doing just that on more than one occasion. But I’m glad that I worked through it all as staying at blogging has brought profound personal, emotional, romantic, social, and professional growth into my life.

"Outgrowing the Chorus Room" by Amanda Magee at Amanda Magee:

The doubt, my god the doubt toward our stories. The excusing and shushing. The American way has become one of creating villains to excuse behavior. We do it to refugees, we do it to black people, we do it to women, we do it to poor people, shining the light of “yeah but” on everyone but ourselves. My fingers tire from trying to lay it all out here as my mind imagines the torrent of criticism from people who dismiss me as one more pissed off feminist.

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