The French Invasion

I’ve experienced somewhat of a French invasion of late.

Who knew that the French were such fans of Magenta? It has me thinking I need to get myself to France.

Whilst I’ve always had a French girl on my fuckit list, I have recently enjoyed the company of some delightful young French men during my travels. I also had the pleasure of meeting a lovely couple on a world tour, who I will hopefully cross paths with during their tour of my country over the next year.

I’ve also made a French friend or two, one who I uncannily discovered is also an echangiste.

I wouldn’t necessarily agree that French lovers are the best, everyone has their unique talents no matter where they hail from.  I do quite enjoy the sensuality of Europeans and Latinos, but those from more Western cultures can be just as sensual too.

There is something, however, about being told you are sexy and beautiful in a French accent. Mmmmm, oui!


I haven’t spoken of this explicitly yet, despite having intended to since the beginning of this year (where tf has this year gone???). I recently learned a French word for me/my “lifestyle” that I love much more than its English counterpart – echangiste.

Yes, I am a single swinger. A unicorn to some (I am not adverse to this title but I understand why many are – I have yet to have a bad experience as a unicorn).

I wouldn’t describe myself as poly-amorous but I do believe that love is not a finite resource. The phrase “love slut” does resonate with me and I do very much enjoy the open-minded world of the “ethically non-monogamous”.

I have existed in this world for the past 12 months and during this time I have made many wonderful connections and new friends. My mind has been opened; many stereotypes broken; confidence and self-love grown; along with plenty of growth in self-knowledge, communication skills and general knowledge – both in relation to general life as well as the echangiste lifestyle.

The lifestyle is certainly different to the picture that society often paints. I love that there are many people from all walks of life who exist in this world, there really is no typical “echangiste”.  And there are certainly many ‘flavours’ of the lifestyle – how individuals view and partake, whether coupled or single.  One of the greatest things I love about the community, is the general acceptance of all beings – everyone in all shapes, sizes and sexual orientations.

The more people I meet who enjoy the lifestyle and community, the more I feel that I want to stay in this lifestyle in some way once I am ready to date.  This is definitely something I never would’ve thought would interest me……but here I am!

What I seek, an addendum

This. All of this ❤


You deserve to be loved fiercely.

You deserve to be loved by a man who knows how to love hard.

A man who looks at you like you are made of magic. The kind of shimmering magic that you feel when you are standing knee deep in Balinese water and the blue-glowing phosphorescence whisks about your feet after midnight—a beach-side bonfire roaring 20 feet behind you.

A man who prefers date night to consist of you, a fireplace, little to no clothing and the kind of soul-f***ing that happens when your limbs are intertwined and the depth of your conversation becomes the entertainment for the night.

A man who understands that love is shown through the little things.

A man who does the dishes not as a martyr, but as someone who sees organizing your environment as an act of love in itself. A man who fills up your car’s gas tank because he knows how much you dislike doing it. A man who leaves 10-word love notes for you to find scattered throughout your life—and not because it’s Valentine’s Day, but just because it’s Tuesday.

……..And when the tough times inevitably roll through your shared lives, make sure you marry a man who can look deeply into your eyes and say, “We’ve got this. We’re going to make it through. You have nothing to worry about.”

A man who wants nothing more than to assist in the ever-expanding greatness of your life. He is not threatened by your successes; he relishes them.

He doesn’t get jealous when other people check you out; he knows at a bone-deep level how much of a prize you are.