And in other news, my story Frat House Rulez released today.

Desperate for a place to stay while attending school, Mark pledges a frat he knows little about. Soon after his arrival on campus he starts to notice strange things about the frat he's chosen to rush. When he realizes he's pledging a gay frat Mark must decide between dropping out and possibly having to leave school, or continuing on and enduring each sexy trial his Big Brothers can come up with.

All Romance | Smashwords | Amazon

So, it's 2 a.m. Am I writing?

Nope.

Am I editing?

Nope.

So what am I doing? Posting political commentary on YouTube?

Yep.

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In case anyone is wondering what exactly I'm writing right now, instead of fiction.

So I was watching Bitten on Netflix and it started off pretty good, but the more I watched the less it made sense.


Basically it's about a woman who is a werewolf. Okay, that works.


She's the only woman that has ever survived a turning. Weird, but within the realm of believability.


She's the only female werewolf ever. But half the guys have mentioned they were born a werewolf. Who were their mommies? Humans? Uh...okay.


She's part of a pack, which means she lives by a set of rules, one of which being no human can ever know about werewolves. Uh, won't the human mommies notice that their husbands and sons keep going out of town to some estate to handle something called "pack business"?


So that means if a guy fathers a son he's expected to steal the infant and take it to be raised by the pack. Uh...but on the show the significant others MEET the other pack members, they know where the pack headquarters is located, if their boyfriend and son go missing, they'll probably check their boyfriend's "family home" at some point.


Well, let's just say they don't. Um...okay. But if that's the case, a lot of these guys probably procreated with women they love, it would make it hard for them to stay in the pack. Wouldn't they just leave so they could raise their sons with their wives and girlfriends?


Those that leave the pack are mutts and are routinely hunted and executed by the packs. But the packs are less than 10 people, why don't mutts with similar interests like the "don't want to leave my baby mama" mutts ban together to protect themselves from the packs?


Uh, they just don't. Except for this one case which is the plot of the show, but we were really taken by surprise cause usually they just don't. Well okay, but even if mutts decide working together is a no-go, why doesn't a mutt who doesn't want to die horribly for not following stupid rules just turn a bunch of his friends into werewolves too and then they make a pack for protection? They are completely aware when they are in wolf form, so they could turn their male friends with no problem and start their own pack.


Will you shut up and just look at the abs on this werewolf? Logic is for losers. Look! A love triangle!

Today is International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia (http://dayagainsthomophobia.org/). And I'm participating in a blog hop on that topic. When deciding what to write about in regards to homophobia or transphobia, I decided to think back to the last time I experienced/witnessed one or the other and to write about that occasion.

Seven days. I've made it a full week since I last witnessed homophobia. Though, if you factor in the research necessary for this post, my brief reprieve from hate speech  is more like seven minutes.

And for anyone else keeping tally on how many days, minutes, hours, they can go without being disappointed in their fellow man, I'm sorry, but this post is about to reset some counters.

When Michael Sam got drafted into the NFL and kissed his boyfriend on ESPN, my social media networks blew up. And I saw basically three kinds of responses. "Good for him." "How do I explain this to my children?" and "Why is this even news?"

My response was "Good for him". But I want to answer those two questions. Starting with the first one because it's the easiest.

How do I explain this to my children?

He's gay.

The Emerald Prince Giveaway has ended. I'd like to thank everyone that participated. And a special congrats to the winner Nikki R.



In a kingdom faced with civil war, an idealistic prince must abandon the foreign princess he desires for an arranged marriage to an influential knight. Together, the prince and knight travel north to deal with an army marching on the kingdom’s borders, only to discover the biggest threat to the crown is the princess they left behind.

Prince Elliot had everything—wealth, power, the love of a beautiful woman. It wasn’t enough. More than anything he wanted to prove himself worthy of his crown. When negotiations for his sister's arranged marriage to Sir Blaine fell apart, he was asked to take her place and marry the knight.

Sir Blaine was adored throughout the kingdom for his strategic mind and feats of bravery. He was rewarded with the greatest gift a king could offer a knight—the princess’s hand in marriage.

But Blaine found the brazen Prince Elliot far more enticing.

So when the hospital told me I had pneumonia, I totally didn't take them seriously. I left the hospital like, "Sure, I can bus home for two hours in the rain. They call it "walking" pneumonia for a reason, right? After all, I'm Kayci Fuckin' Morgan. I leap small buildings and return stolen candy to babies and shit, right?"

And then I threw up...

I immediately morphed from a super hero to a lost and frightened nine year old.

"Nana, come get me."

"Sure. Where are you?"

"I dunno. Come get me, Nana."

"Okay, what's the address."

"I dunno. Why aren't you here yet, Nana?"

"What is wrong with you child?"

"Puked my brains out."

Recently, I was having a discussion on Twilight and Game of Thrones which led me to buying the collective works of William Shakespeare. If you’re wondering how Meyers and Martin had me buying Shakespeare, I don’t blame you. I’m still wondering and I was there.

 I had quoted “To thine own self be true,” which made me think about all the insights on human nature that can be found in Shakespeare’s works.

Centuries have passed and yet his work is still relatable. His characters are familiar. When I read his comedies, I laugh. His tragedies break my heart. I remember sitting in my inner city high school, reading Taming the Shrew. Someone asked what the title meant and I told them. “Keepin yo bitch in check.” After that I’d sit in class every day doing a ghetto-fab retelling of what I’d read the night before. When I say Shakespeare’s work is universal, I mean it.

So as I was reading Romeo and Juliet, I thought to myself how people regard this relationship as an example of pure love. How some even consider it an epic romance. I don’t see it that way at all.

As I’ve stated before, Shakespeare was a man that knew what he was doing. He understood people down to their core. That’s why his stories have thrived for centuries. Notice then how Romeo and Juliet starts with Romeo in love with some other girl. And not just in love, but Bella-staring-out-the-window-for-six-months-because-Edward-left-her in love. He’s establishing the kind of person that Romeo is, even the friar calls him on it when he says:

That last part points out that Rosaline probably knew better than to fall for Romeo. “Sure, I’m your sun and stars this week, but next week you’ll be smothering me with a pillow.”

So instead he falls for Juliet, a girl about to be pushed into an arranged marriage. Oh yeah, can’t see a girl wanting to rebel from that one. “Mom, Dad, sorry, I can’t marry your Top Pick, because I’m madly in-love with the first name on your Hellz No list.”

Perfect love? They have all of what? One conversation before they decide to get married? Two nights together before they decide they can’t live without one another? And why do they die? Because of a slow messenger. Their death wasn’t some beautiful act of love. It was preventable and pointless. That’s what makes it such a tragedy, because it was such a waste. Romeo and Juliet were young, passionate and stupid. But fifteen is the time to be passionate and stupid. That’s why kids have parents, so they can be passionate and stupid and not die from it.

But the parents were too busy growling at each other to wonder what their kids were up to. At the beginning of the play the Montagues see their son in distress and what do they do? They send in their nephew to find out what’s wrong with their son. And the Capulets don’t want to hear anything from their daughter but “I do.” If either of those kids had been able to talk to their parents there would have been no play.

So while some people see Romeo and Juliet as one of the greatest romances ever written, I see it as a cautionary tale on parental responsibility.