Five Star Mixtape 370: Ten Great Blog Posts and a Nora Raleigh Baskin Quote

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This week's Five Star Mixtape great blog roundup is brought to you by the importance of defining one's message, the discomfort we're trained to accept, double standards, the sorry state of women's professional soccer in the US, the experience of being black in US cities, real love, discovering queer sex, grief, a major problem with Pride Toronto, answers to questions about writing online, and Nora Raleigh Baskin:

Nora Raleigh Baskin
When I write, I can be heard. And known. But nobody has to look at me. Nobody has to see me at all.
— Nora Raleigh Baskin, Anything But Typical

Happy reading!

"On Racism and Science" by Lisa Congdon at Today Is Going to Be Awesome:

Sure, I’m gay, so some might argue that’s “personal”. But I am just as enraged about the killings of black people by police. So why don’t I speak out here about that?

I realized it’s because I don’t have to. And for a long time it felt easier not to.

I realized my silence is an expression of my privilege. My silence is my message.

And here’s the thing: I don’t want that to be my message.

"It's Just the Way the World Is" by Kitty Black at Playing With Fireworks:

…the perpetrator was guilty all along, there was never a point where any of his behaviour was harmless. Yet, the adults in my life at that point in time taught me that a certain amount of uneasiness was inevitable. We were taught to be comfortable with discomfort, that the distortion of power was just the way the world was.

"When People Ask Women ‘How is Work?’, We Wonder Which Crazy Bit to Begin With" by Anusha Srinivasan at The Ladies Finger!:

“So how is work?”

When asked this question, I see myself going into a flashback of sorts, complete with zoom-in (and zoom-out) techniques and trippy loops on screen. What do I say?

Do I talk about how every interview I attended in the recent past involved direct and indirect questions regarding my marital status? That I was being considered a flight risk because I was 25 and single.

"Time for Change" by Hope Solo at Hope Solo:

Last year, on the eve of the NWSL championship — that’s the National Women’s Soccer League, our professional league — I wrote a post about the conditions we were working under in an effort to show people just how much the players in the NWSL give and give up to support and build this league.  I didn’t run it at the time because I hoped that the many, many things about our league that needed to get better would get better, especially after we’d just won the World Cup.

They haven’t.

"Walking While Black: Garnette Cadogan On the Realities of Being Black In America" by Garnette Cadogan at Literary Hub:

Walking while black restricts the experience of walking, renders inaccessible the classic Romantic experience of walking alone. It forces me to be in constant relationship with others, unable to join the New York flaneurs I had read about and hoped to join. Instead of meandering aimlessly in the footsteps of Whitman, Melville, Kazin, and Vivian Gornick, more often, I felt that I was tiptoeing in Baldwin’s — the Baldwin who wrote, way back in 1960, “Rare, indeed, is the Harlem citizen, from the most circumspect church member to the most shiftless adolescent, who does not have a long tale to tell of police incompetence, injustice, or brutality. I myself have witnessed and endured it more than once.”

"The Narrowest Strip of Land" by Ashley Garrett at Baddest Mother Ever:

G clapped loudly for the young couple and gave them two thumbs up. He walked over to me and we held hands for a moment before he went back to herding the kids. I had to laugh, even though the sound of it disappeared into the wind and waves. Ten hours earlier, we had stood in the driveway and had a screaming match so loud that Carlos had walked out into the garage and said, “Enough with the arguing!”

Definitely NSFW:
"How Learning About Queer Sex Taught Me Self-Love" by Mx Nillin Dennison at Crash Pad Series:



Queer sex has always felt so intangible to me. Even today, as comfortable and confident as I feel in my gender identity and sexual orientation, I find that fully enjoying sex as a queer and trans person remains just outside of my reach.

"Sometimes We Break Glass" by Meg at Pigspittle Ohio:

The first time I grieved was for comedian Freddie Prinze. It was around the time of the ‘77 blizzard and outside my suburban Ohio home, the yards were brittle, frozen, white like empty expanses of winter on the Great Plains. Sidewalks and streets were buried and all I could think about was why Freddie put a gun to his head. I cried and lit a candle. I was 16 and hormonal.

No one told me what it would be like when someone I actually knew died.

"My Open Letter of Resignation from Pride Toronto" by Christin Scarlett Milloy at Christin Milloy: Rise Up and Seize Equality:

After struggling to achieve these goals through two festival years, and forming a deeper understanding of the inner workings of Pride Toronto, I have concluded that Pride Toronto cannot and will not truly become safe and accessible to the Trans Community as a whole unless a significant organizational transformation takes place — one that would require changes that are well beyond my authority to implement, if I stay in the limited capacity of Volunteer Team Lead.

"7 Questions Aspiring Writers Ask That Don’t Even Matter a Little Bit" by Todd Brison at Medium:

Create first. Do everything else second — do not confuse the order.

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