Post 40 and post-Covid, I realised it wasn’t polyamory I was living, it was tolerating loneliness, wounds and chaos dressed up as freedom.

I wasn’t looking for polyamory; I was looking for rescue, but the woman in the castle learned she was her own knight.

Amsterdam for a weekend, cuddle puddle, a naked spa, and a full-body lesson in living without shame. If the Dutch can talk about sex, connection, and pleasure without blushing, so can we.

From poly to present. From chaos to clarity.
What Non Monogamummy taught me about love, boundaries, and why dating a therapist isn’t for the faint-hearted.

Well Fed, Well Felt, Well F*cked

By Jemma Hardélle

After a weekend full of intimacy, I’m reminded just how good every hair on my body feels when I’m well-fed, well-felt and well… fucked.

There’s a particular glow that comes from being touched the right way, not just sexually, but emotionally. It’s that nervous system exhale. The moment you stop bracing for rejection and just melt. You feel safe. Desired. Alive.

And let’s be honest, having great intimacy in a long-term relationship isn’t easy. But real intimacy in a short-term connection? Also not the effortless fantasy the movies sell us. Both require awareness, courage, and a willingness to be seen, without the filters, without the “I’m fine,”