Touching yourself, and other things you can do to improve life under the bedsheets — I do love a good wank. I’ve been wanking voluntarily since I was about 11 years old, and unconsciously since I learned I could shove my tiny hands down my pants (or even diaper, who knows). When I started having sex with people, I was glad I had been wanking…

I have a lot of wonderful men in my life. They’ve been around for years: my dad is bloody great. My Grandpa was hands-down one of my favourite humans. I’ve had amazing boyfriends who listened to me and respected me, and heaps of kind, supportive, fantastic male friends. However, there’s…

Warning: this is a long one — Trigger warning: Mention of rape. A few months before my wedding day, my husband-to-be and I went to check out the venues that his mother had picked for our reception. We were living in London but getting married in Italy, so both our mothers had to be unleashed around our…

I’m home sick and unable to do much, so naturally I’ve been spending most of my time on YouTube. I have a thing for weird and rare medical conditions, and the algorithm knows it: this video showed up in my recommendations. The video is about someone who has been diagnosed…

How masturbation has taught me to love my body — A few days ago I came across this article (warning: it’s in Italian!) written by my beautiful and talented friend Agnese. It’s all about self pleasure. Masturbation is a topic I’m very passionate about. It’s just such a wholesome, wonderful practice. It’s the best possible way for you to discover…

DISCLAIMER: I am not a woman. I identify as non-binary/gender-fluid and I use they/them pronouns. In this article I use the terms “man” and “woman” as we know them in a patriarchal society, however gender is a spectrum and different from sex. A couple of weeks ago, I went to…

A guide to all the terrible people I’ve banged and what I’ve learned from it — Ah, the birds and the bees. The popping of the cherry. Buttering the muffin. Y’all know what I mean. Well, I sure didn’t when I was 15. I don’t know about you, but when it comes to sex, I had to teach myself everything. Growing up, I received approximately zero…

… when I was a kid, I remember seeing my mum coming home from work looking exhausted, carrying bags of groceries into a kitchen that could use a tidy up, and complaining that she’d have to clean and cook after being at work all day, and that it wasn’t fair. …

That actually will save you money — After writing this silly article about how to be poor, I thought I’d reflect on what I’ve actually been doing to spend as little money as possible in these times of financial hardship. Make coffee at home Seriously, though. There are very few things that I love more than taking myself…