Why I’m Moving to a Subscription & Membership Model
Running and maintaining this website isn’t free. Each year, I pay for the domain, server space, and the tools needed to keep everything working smoothly, not to mention the time and energy I put into writing deeply personal essays and investigative articles. This is real labour—and it deserves recognition and support.
Right now, subscriptions are free. A free subscription will continue to give you access to all of my work. In the near future, I’ll be introducing paid memberships. Everyone who subscribes now will be granted the same level of access as paid members later, meaning you won’t lose out. Paid memberships will also unlock exclusive content that won’t be available elsewhere, though some content will always remain free for the public.
This shift isn’t just about covering costs—it’s about sustaining my work as a writer and advocate for social justice. Putting some content behind a paywall will also discourage the constant harassment I’ve faced from police and local bad-faith actors who stalk and steal my work. As someone who has been outspoken in holding the Niagara Regional Police and Ontario Provincial Police accountable, I’ve seen firsthand how far they will go to try to undermine my efforts. These new barriers are a way to protect both my integrity and my work.
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- Consider becoming a member when the paid model launches—it directly sustains my writing and advocacy.
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