You know what doesn't spark joy? My fucking period. You'd think I would've managed to get used to shedding the lining of my uterus - it's only happened every month since I was 10. Yes, I was 10 fucking years old the moment I thought I had minutes to live. Convinced I was dying, I…
After a 13 year drought from the peen, I'm back on the horse - so to speak. People keep asking when I started to find myself attracted to doodles and to be honest, it's a super hard question to answer - haha 'hard'. I've always found men aesthetically attractive; and all the women and nb…
Well, who would have thought I'd be here again? I thought I was done with dating, but turns out I still had lessons to learn and the universe wasn’t done so I got caught in a perpetual shit show and a storm of emotions. Now that the sadness has lifted, I’m doing what any self…
It's almost my birthday and as usual I've got some shit to unpack so I can avoid taking it with me on my next trip around the sun. Why? Because excess baggage is unhealthy, unnecessary and pretty expensive. Plus, dealing with your shit is apparently all part of this adulting type deal so, there's that.…
As many of you are probably aware, I have officially packed up my life and moved to the red (almost) centre of Australia with my lady love and our spotty pooch on a search for bulk coins, adventure and a future filled with travel and excitement. After packing all the boxes, the complete Tetris game…
I never thought I’d say this - and all of my ex’s would be shocked to hear it - but I want less space.
Let me start off by saying; I'm a sookie sickie bum today with an extremely runny nose and quite an intense case of the "I wish my girlfriend was here to cuddle me" sickness. I'm also a Cancerian and anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that I - no matter how hard…
It will come as no surprise to anyone who follows me on Pinterest that I have spent a great deal of time (some may say possibly too much) thinking, dreaming and planning my future wedding.
At some point in the years between birth, meeting a well-meaning but inappropriate giraffe in a caravan and my very first sexual experience, someone tried to teach me that 'good girls' don't openly think, talk or act on their sexual desires. I call bullshit.
It's the number one question I am asked about my little slice of the internet; 'Will I make it into the blog?' Every conversation I've ever had could find its way into something that I write at some point or another, so it is actually super possible. I may eventually end up writing a scathing…
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