Beverley
Gold Member
Hi, I’m Bev — 45, proud mum of a teenage son who thinks I’m “cringe,” and dog mum to Comet, my Shih Tzu, who thinks he runs the household (and honestly, he’s not wrong).
I talk about the things most people only whisper about — sex, money, pleasure, boundaries, burnout — all with a wink, a swear, and probably a glass of wine.
Before I was slinging sarcasm on the internet, I was a financial banker for Australia — the land of spreadsheets, stress, and passive-aggressive office emails. Eventually, I swapped boardrooms for blow dryers and launched my own salon & spa, diving headfirst into the world of hair, skincare, and makeup.
Turns out, making people look good is way more fun than watching the economy slowly collapse.
Now, when I’m not running my salon or managing a teenager who eats like he’s training for the apocalypse, I write. About sex, work, love, identity — and all the delicious, messy overlaps in between.
I’m not a sex worker, but I envy their honesty, because let’s be honest, we’ve all done things for emotional currency that should’ve come with an invoice.
I write about the world like someone who’s been around long enough to know that everyone’s selling something — time, attention, affection, sanity. I just choose to make it funny.
You’ll find honesty here — the messy, unfiltered, hilarious kind.
I write for women who are smart, tired, turned on, and just trying to make sense of the chaos — and for anyone who appreciates a bit of truth wrapped in sarcasm and lingerie.
I’m not trying to shock you.
I’m just tired of pretending we don’t all think about the same damn things.
My writing is equal parts wit, truth, and “did she really just say that?”
It’s for women who’ve lived a little — who know heartbreak, bills, and the fine art of pretending everything’s fine while the mascara runs.
So welcome to my corner of chaos —
where beauty meets bullshit, sex meets satire, and life meets a bottle of Merlot.
Because at this age, darling, I don’t chase perfection.
I chase peace, good lighting, and bosses who hand out bonuses.
I talk about the things most people only whisper about — sex, money, pleasure, boundaries, burnout — all with a wink, a swear, and probably a glass of wine.
Before I was slinging sarcasm on the internet, I was a financial banker for Australia — the land of spreadsheets, stress, and passive-aggressive office emails. Eventually, I swapped boardrooms for blow dryers and launched my own salon & spa, diving headfirst into the world of hair, skincare, and makeup.
Turns out, making people look good is way more fun than watching the economy slowly collapse.
Now, when I’m not running my salon or managing a teenager who eats like he’s training for the apocalypse, I write. About sex, work, love, identity — and all the delicious, messy overlaps in between.
I’m not a sex worker, but I envy their honesty, because let’s be honest, we’ve all done things for emotional currency that should’ve come with an invoice.
I write about the world like someone who’s been around long enough to know that everyone’s selling something — time, attention, affection, sanity. I just choose to make it funny.
You’ll find honesty here — the messy, unfiltered, hilarious kind.
I write for women who are smart, tired, turned on, and just trying to make sense of the chaos — and for anyone who appreciates a bit of truth wrapped in sarcasm and lingerie.
I’m not trying to shock you.
I’m just tired of pretending we don’t all think about the same damn things.
My writing is equal parts wit, truth, and “did she really just say that?”
It’s for women who’ve lived a little — who know heartbreak, bills, and the fine art of pretending everything’s fine while the mascara runs.
So welcome to my corner of chaos —
where beauty meets bullshit, sex meets satire, and life meets a bottle of Merlot.
Because at this age, darling, I don’t chase perfection.
I chase peace, good lighting, and bosses who hand out bonuses.
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