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Archive for May 14th, 2005

Fourteen Candles

May
14

And if I was a better photographer, these candles would have still been lit when this picture was shot….

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Stay RIGHT HERE on top of the desk, babe–I’ll be back

May
14

To protect, or not to protect, that is the question. Are our books fantasy, or reality? Must they always use a condom, and must we say so? And if they use a condom, where does it come from? There’s just not always a condom handy. Personally, I’ve always had trouble with heroes who are carrying them around in their wallet. Tends to come off as if he’s a man ho. And what if he doesn’t even have his wallet handy? In close quarters stories, the hero and heroine may be snowbound or otherwise confined together for days and they aren’t carrying their purse and wallet into every room in the house. Do they say hold on, break the spontaneity, and rush off to find the condom? The awkward possibilities in achieving condom are endless. Can you completely ignore the condom? We know they go to the bathroom and we don’t (ordinarily) describe that, so can’t we also assume they’ve achieved condom? In reunion stories where the hero and heroine know each other and have even slept together in the past, it’s much easier to get away with ignoring the condom since they aren’t going to be worried about disease–you can always give them a baby in the epilogue. But when they don’t know each other well, what then? To condom, or not to condom?

What do you think?

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