Sex... the be all and end all of ayone under 35 years old... myself included... love it.
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Natalie has her say! Sometimes I have something to say, and this, is one of those days. God, I was proper spiralling at 2:17 a.m.…
Natalie: Sex gets better at 29 I always thought sex was great, but suprisingly, it gets even better at 29, I promise. When you’re lying…
Because here’s the thing nobody wants to say out loud: dating in Hackney when you’re a council-estate girl isn’t just about bad bios and ghosting.
And me? I’d do it. Because I’m a people-pleaser at heart even when I’m screaming internally. I’d get on my knees, put in the work,…
I just stared at him. Like, proper stared. The kind of stare that could curdle milk. Because here’s the thing. I’d spent the last forty-five…
Picture this. I matched with this bloke on Hinge, nice photos, decent chat, said he was “into mutual pleasure” and “not one of those guys.”
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