No Means No

No Means No

'NO'.’ It is one of the first words that we learn. It’s doubly curious then, that there are people, boasting a very rich vocabulary, who still find it difficult to comprehend the meaning of that most basic of terms. This is what I thought when I discovered that there were classes teaching students about the nature of consent in some university campuses in my home country. The success of these studies cannot be measured by students simply understanding the significance of a 'no'. It is also necessary that there is a clear understanding that if someone is not in a physical condition to consent, that is, if he/she is drunk, drugged or asleep, the immediate assumption must be that it is the equivalent of 'no'.

Why I Don’t Drink Alcohol – Confessions of a Teetotaller

Why I Don’t Drink Alcohol – Confessions of a Teetotaller

Why I Don’t Drink Alcohol - Confessions of a Teetotaller. I used to love drinking wine, especially sharing a bottle with someone over dinner. I preferred red wine in the winter because I loved how it warmed my throat after I swallowed. It did not matter that it stained my lips sometimes. In summer, I used to enjoy chilled white wine. It was perfect to sit on a terrace and sip it slowly on a warm summer's evening.

My Previous Jobs – Life Before Blogging

My Previous Jobs – Life Before Blogging

As an Independent woman, living in a foreign country, I have no choice but to work hard. I am determined to make both ends meet because, for me, there is no backup plan or safety net. I used to complain about the lack of employment stability, the precarious salary levels, working conditions and employment contracts here in Spain. But now, I know that real stability comes from within and I realise that flexibility is strength. Thanks to my varied experience in different sectors in the past, it is easy for me to adapt to new working situations now. Here are some of my previous job titles:

My No Alarm Lifestyle

My No Alarm Lifestyle

“So, what’s the best thing about your job?” a journalist asked me once. Was it the free sex toys to test and review? The numerous invitations to kinky parties? Seeing the fruits of my labour appear regularly in print via the medium of books and magazine articles? The simple fact that I got paid to write about my scandalous sexplorations? No. It wasn’t any of those things. Simply put, the best thing about my job is that it allows me to live a No Alarm Life.