Although I was LGBTQ+ positive, I couldn’t be into women because vulvas were disgusting — right?

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Like so many, I didn’t realise that I was bisexual until I was in my twenties. I don’t remember a moment, per se, but I do remember I kept it quiet for a long time. But hang on, I hear you say — how could you not know that you’re attracted to a whole gender? It’s a question I’ve been asking myself ever since.

1. Overt homophobia set the scene.

When I was a kid, being gay was not something you wanted to be. It was the insult of the playground and condemned against by the Bible that decorated our school assemblies. My dad, for all…

Getting lucky as a couple requires double the luck — but here are some tried and tested ways we’ve made it happen.

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Picking up has always been a bit of a mystery to me. Tinder makes me feel sick, men are a headache, and working out as a female if a woman is flirting with you or just being platonically sweet is an age-old challenge. It’s hard enough to decide if someone likes one of you, let alone two.

Even despite being one half of a non-monogamous, group-sex-loving couple, I don’t have the answers — but I do have examples…

A checklist for the sexually adventurous.

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You’ve fooled around, maybe even had a threesome once or twice. You’ve talked to your partner, and it looks like they might be up for it. But getting frisky in front of a room full of strangers? It’s a whole new world.

Have you checked in?

Who are you going with? If you have a partner it goes without saying that they’ll probably be interested in this adventure. If they’re not up for coming, do they mind?

If you’re going it alone, good on you! Going out solo is generally a daunting notion to most people, but maybe you don’t have the type of…

It is covered in spiderwebs. I have had it for two months and it has only been wet when the garage roof leaked onto it

Mollymook Beach, Ulladulla

For months, I have been harping on about learning to surf. I have always loved the water, and when I moved to what I lovingly refer to as “this Godforsaken country,” learning to surf was one of my primary motivators. The fact that when I arrived here I headed straight for Victorian dairy farming land, where very few people surf and the weather is crap, demonstrates exactly how much research or consideration I gave this entire trip.

I harped on about surfing so much that for Christmas both my wife and my parents bought me surfing lessons. My wife also…

“Your recipe wasn’t clear enough,” my wife says. “It’s not my recipe!” I shout.

My sister and her partner doing the sensible thing and eating out

My wife and I are cooking dinner together. This is a fairly uncommon affair because the kitchen is very, very small and a leak in the washing machine means the floor is almost always has a puddle to be navigated.

We were not supposed to be cooking dinner together, just like we weren’t supposed to make breakfast together this morning. It has been an especially unwieldy day, food-wise. …

My wife stands and watches as a cockroach runs under the washing machine. “I saw that,” I tell him. “You should have killed it!”

My very own wife, completing one of his designated chores: hoovering

My wife is out at snooker. Whilst he’s away, I do some of the wifely things, to prove I am Good Like That. I wash the dishes and put the laundry in the dryer. I wipe down the sides, although mostly I let the big bits fall to the floor. Floors are strictly my wife’s chore. Even I won’t go that far, unless forced.

I stamp the life out of a couple of cockroaches to pass…

We are young and fit and barely hungover. How hard can it be?

The view from Pigeon House Mountain, NSW

With a single phone call, two friends of my wife and I are awarded a job in Tasmania. They are leaving the following weekend. The group has often discussed a walk to the top of a nearby mountain, but never quite found time to complete it. Allegedly, stalking 500 metres up sheer rock together will be good fun. We would all like to tick climbing the mountain off the bucket list.

It is decided we will go the next day. My wife and I gallantly race down…

Who needs reality TV when you can watch reality (live, from Melbourne)?

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Like cricket, I can take or leave tennis, much to my wife’s sorrow. More than the players, my interest is in the ball-kids, with their strange, stiff-backed poses like a cockroach caught in the fridge light. I hear they get paid in uniforms, which seems faintly ungenerous.

“Look,” I say to my wife, “They’re conversing. That’s highly illegal. I just looked it up.”

“You’re almost out of chocolate,” my wife says sadly, sprawled on the bed. “There’re only four pieces left.” …

My wife is many things to me: best friend, coastguard-caller, and alternative shark bait, to start with just a few

Feeling f-f-f-fresh in December 2019

My wife is driving me to the beach for my daily swim. Back in December, when I was doing my annual take on whether anything needed changing in my life, I decided that swimming every day would be an excellent New Year’s resolution. I would benefit from being outside every day; from guaranteeing myself a small amount of gentle exercise; apparently, cold water is good for you. Some people in this country even claim the water is sometimes warm! …

Galleries, museums and adult scooters: what more could you want from a holiday?

I call them “The Powerpuff Girls”

Leaving the house before caffeine has never been my preference; as such, dragging myself out for breakfast has always been a painful operation.

When I wake in our 4-person wide bed at the hotel, I am very well-rested. The air-conditioning was worth it — all of us slept under duvets last night, despite it being 25° outside. “It feels even cooler, knowing we’re contributing to the heat outside,” I tell Steve. However, because I am still on bakery time and have usually had several coffees by now…


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