Yes, if…

We’re all familiar with the sexual assault prevention slogan, NO MEANS NO.

The message hasn’t changed, but the slogan is evolving as a new definition of consent emerges, YES MEANS YES.

On Friday, July 29, 2022 the Supreme Court of Canada ruled that anyone not wearing a condom against their partner’s wishes can be charged with sexual assault.

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Not only does YES MEAN YES, but it is within your right to set conditions on that Yes.

To say, “Yes, if…”

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Note: I won’t be posting for a while. After eight years, I’m stepping back to rethink my blog. If this turns out to be my last post, I’d like to thank everyone who’s taken the time to like or comment. I’m forever grateful to Hugh and Brian for their advice and companionship on this journey.

Thank you!

Digital Books

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As a reader, I’m a fan.

Digital books free up space in your house and in your luggage. Plus, if you’re stuck in an airport, doctor’s office, or bath—reading on demand.

As an sometime author, I’m in trouble.

The best thing about digital books? Nothing is permanent. You can change the title, the cover, the whole damn book whenever you want.

The worst thing about digital books? Nothing is permanent. You can change…everything.

So, I did.

After tedious discussions with Grammarly, I tinkered with my vampire trilogy. The books are now as good as they’re ever going to be.

Which leaves my first book, the one I learnt on, the one I’ve already republished with a new cover, new title, and hopefully a better written story. I decided that Grammarly and I should turn a gimlet eye on Daniel Mine.

Big mistake.

Grammarly I can deal with; I’m used to her nitpicking. It’s time that’s the problem.

Things have changed since I first published the book in 2014. No one has a Garmin GPS hanging off their windshield anymore.

Time warp. Freaking annoying.

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Powerful in Red

Red isn’t a colour for the faint of heart. It’s a bold banner, a statement of pride and personality.

Korben White has plenty of both.

Nina Green

Sixteen now, and graduating from Archbishop Sancroft High School in Harleston, Norfolk, Korben has known he wanted to wear a gown to prom since he was twelve.

And this year, he did.

On prom night, Korben stepped out of the car to be greeted with a round of cheers from his classmates and teachers.

To say Korben is fortunate in his family and friends is a massive understatement.

Korben has been lucky enough to be surrounded by people who encourage him to be himself, to have a mother who believes that “Every child should be given the opportunity to explore who they are, and to find their way with supportive and loving parents.”

If only everyone was so lucky the world would be a happier place.

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Neil Patrick Harris is doing okay. From Doogie Howser…

To Barney Stinson…

To Michael Lawson…

Michael who?

You don’t know him yet, but you will.

In Uncoupled, the new Netflix show streaming July 29, Harris plays Michael, a New York real estate agent attempting the dating scene again at fifty after being dumped by his partner of seventeen years.


Doogie, Barney, or Michael, Neil Patrick Harris is worth powering up your PVR!

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Michael tossed a suitcase on the bed, flipped it open. He scooped socks and underwear out of a drawer and into his luggage.

“Another conference?” Richard asked, walking into the bedroom, tugging at the tie he hated wearing.

“Nope.” Michael kept packing, jeans, shirts, a sweater.

“So, what’s with the suitcase?” Richard asked, pulling off his tie on his way to the closet.

“I’m leaving,” Michael muttered, zipping his suitcase closed.  

Richard stripped off his shirt. “Visiting your parents?”

“No.” Michael sat on the bed and watched Richard change—for the last time.

He watched his husband hang up his suit pants and pull on a pair of jeans, the faded ones with a shredding hem that he’d had forever. Who would have guessed that those jeans would last longer than their marriage?

It wasn’t their ongoing battles about money. It wasn’t the lies and the increasingly younger guys that Richard thought he didn’t know about. It was the silence that Michael couldn’t take. He didn’t know how it happened, or when it started, but they weren’t sharing a life anymore. They were sharing a house, and that wasn’t good enough.

“I’m leaving,” Michael repeated.

Richard’s head popped through the neck of the sweatshirt he was pulling on. “What?”

Michael let the waiting suitcase and his expression answer for him.

Shock turned Richard’s face into a mask that crumbled as understanding set in. Understanding and resignation. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, me too.”

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