Hey. I’m Wes. Born in Anchorage, raised in Melbourne – if “raised” is the right word for surviving the 90s in St Kilda. I study the intersection of desire and ecology. Used to be a clinical sexologist. Now I write about food, dating, and why compostable spoons won’t save your relationship. I live in Northcote,…
G’day. I’m Tyler Oulton – born 2nd of February, 1984, in Essendon, and somehow I never really left. These days I write about food, dating, and eco-activism for the AgriDating project. But that’s just the current layer. Underneath? Sexology researcher. Relationship coach. Bartender who listened too much. A bloke who’s been around the block more…
Look, let’s cut the crap. You’re not here because you need a fluffy pillow and a mint on your pillowcase. You’re here because you need a room for a few hours—maybe for a Tinder date that’s going suspiciously well, maybe for a professional arrangement, or maybe just to escape your own damn housemates for an…
Look, I’ve been around. Roxburgh Park since before the Coles arrived. Retired sexologist, yeah, but you don’t unsee what I’ve seen. The question isn’t whether people here chase body rubs for sexual heat. It’s why the hell wouldn’t they? And with Melbourne’s festival season just winding down—Laneway in February, Pitch in March, the Comedy Fest…
Hey. Jackson here. Born in Richmond, still in Richmond, probably going to die in Richmond. Who knows. I write about food, dating, and why eco-activists make surprisingly good partners. Also sex. Lots of thinking about sex. But not in a creepy way. Been a researcher, a counselor, a terrible vegan for three months, and now…
Look, I’ll be blunt. When someone types “relaxation massage near me Coburg” into Google around 10 PM on a Friday, they’re not always thinking about their trapezius knots. Sometimes they are. But the search data from Victoria over the last eight weeks tells a weirder, more honest story. Between the F1 chaos in Melbourne, the…
Hey folks. So you’re looking for couple hotels in Glenroy. Not just any hotels – I mean the kind where the front desk doesn’t blink when you check in at 2am, where the walls aren’t paper-thin, and where the whole vibe says “what happens here stays here.” You’re dating, you’re exploring sexual relationships, maybe you’re…
