Lucan, Co. Dublin. The Liffey’s been patient today. Sitting here, I can still smell the damp stone from Navan, the ghost of a thousand bad decisions trailing me like a shadow. I’m Owen. Used to be a sexologist. Now I write about dating and eco-activism for a mad little project called AgriDating. Sounds daft, I…
Let me be straight with you. You’re here because something’s not working. Maybe it’s the apps. Maybe it’s the loneliness that’s been creeping up since COVID and never really left. Maybe you just want someone to touch you without all the bullshit that comes with modern dating. I’m Owen. Born in ’79 in Navan, trained…
Naas. Thursday evening. The rain’s doing that sideways thing it does here, and I’m staring at my screen wondering how the hell I ended up writing about intimate massage for a dating-agriculture fusion site. But here we are. You’re probably wondering the same thing—what does intimate massage actually mean in Leinster, Ireland, right now? The…
