Did My Mum Curse Me?

There was this one time, years ago, when my dad asked me if I was dating anyone. I said “no,” because I wasn’t. And before I could even think about what that “no” meant or how I felt about it, my mum jumped in: “Don’t be silly. Mitch will always be single. He’s too independent.” […]

Dating With a Brain That Can’t Agree With Itself

Dating is weird. Dating while AuDHD is… a constant internal meeting. On one side of my brain, the ADHD is already sprinting ahead. It’s excited. It’s curious. It’s imagining future conversations, shared jokes, and at least one hypothetical scenario that absolutely does not need to exist yet. It wants momentum. Stimulation. Movement. On the other […]

The Curse of the Vers

Let’s talk about the curse of the vers. Not the “best of both worlds” that Hannah Montana once sang about, but the tragic reality of being a versatile man in a city experiencing a severe top shortage. Sydney is overflowing with bottoms. We’re talking surplus. Overstock. Bottoms on sale, two-for-one, next-day delivery. And me? I’m […]

Throuple, Revisited

Sometimes I forget that I was once in a throuple.Other times, I remember it very clearly and think,“Wow. That was my actual life.” Back then, it felt like something special.Unconventional, yes, but intimate. Familiar. I was the third, joining two men who had already been together for what felt like forever.I slotted in gently, like […]

Club Married

You know that feeling when you meet someone on a night out and instantly decide this is your person? Not your forever person. Not even your let’s get brunch next weekend person. No, your club husband. You lock eyes across the haze, exchange a sweaty hug, and 45 minutes later you’re slow dancing to techno […]

The Time I Was in a Throuple

There was a time in my life where I lived in a throuple.Two guys who had been together forever, or at least it felt like it. They had the history, the rhythm, the shorthand. And then there was me, the third. The newest piece of the puzzle. And for a while, it worked.We cooked together. […]

Three Years of Almost

I was in a situationship for almost three years.Three years of not dating someone, but still planning weekends together. Still texting daily. Still knowing exactly how they like their eggs. Still wondering if this was finally the moment they’d choose me… properly. They never did. And the wild part? That’s not even the only time […]