Letterkenny’s not exactly the kind of place where people talk openly about this stuff. You know the vibe. Small town, everyone knows someone who knows you, and the local Facebook group could probably start a riot over a misplaced wheely bin. But here’s the thing. I’ve been thinking a lot about intimate massage lately. Not…
Hey. Connor Kearney. Born ’87, raised in the back arse of Letterkenny, and somehow still here – though “here” looks a lot different now than it did at sixteen. I write about food, dating, and the planet falling apart for a weird little project called AgriDating on agrifood5.net. Also? I used to study sex. Like,…
Hey. I’m Connor. Born in ’87, raised in the back arse of Letterkenny, and somehow still here – though “here” looks a lot different now than it did at sixteen. I write about food, dating, and the planet falling apart for a weird little project called AgriDating. Also? I used to study sex. Like, properly….
I’ll be straight with you. When I tell people I write about BDSM communities in rural Ireland, they usually laugh. Or shift uncomfortably. Or both. But here’s the thing: there’s a whole ecosystem of kink in Ulster, and most of it happens way under the radar. I’ve been digging into this for months—talking to organisers,…
Look. If you’re in Letterkenny – or anywhere between Derry and the arse-end of Donegal – and you think Tinder is the only game in town, you’re wrong. Dead wrong. I’ve been watching this scene for twenty years, back when “alternative dating” meant driving to Belfast and hoping nobody from your parish saw you. Now?…
