Floods, handbags, tea parties, and ultimatums, my second chapter in polyamory proved love without freedom is just another cage.

An Italian lover, a “thumbs-up” wife, and chaos disguised as freedom my first taste of polyamory became the blog that tells it all.

We met for margaritas at 2pm. By 11pm we’d collected a cabaret queen, a maths teacher, and a story too wild for Disney.

Dating in your 40s? It’s less Sex and the City and more Where the Hell Are All the Emotionally Available Men?

It started with a spark. One of those rare, electric connections that hits like lightning straight through the chest, no warning, no...

I thought I'd hit the man-lottery jackpot! Let’s call him Ethan. You know the feeling when you find someone who checks off every little...

It’s been a while since I last posted. Mainly because I thought I had found the one . You know, the man of my dreams, riding in on a...

Let me regale you with a tale that’s equal parts hilarious and cringe-worthy. A man from Launceston swoops down to Hobart like a knight...