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Hi pals and relatives. If you’re okay with learning a bit about the two of us, keep on. If not… You might want to close this tab. We’re not cool for talking about this over the dinner table, regardless. ALANNAH- I used to fear talking about sex – not because it was embarrassing to me but because I hadn’t had it and I thought that I wasn’t able to give my input into conversations surrounding it. I’ve learned this isn’t the case, having had sex or not doesn’t make your advice more superior or less valid. I thought that not being in a relationship with someone but sleeping with them was a bad thing and I was adamant I wasn’t going to do it; until I did. There is nothing wrong with having sex, whether it being with someone you’re in a relationship with, or someone who you see in social settings that you seem to always fall into bed with. Sex has never meant anything more to me than exactly what it is, just sex , and that isn’t a bad thing. CAITLIN- I have a

We met in a foreign country at the start of the year. Circumstances and tears and confusion and honesty and spicy food bonded us together - and quickly. I saw Sarah as a best friend within the first 24 hours of meeting. I was a changed woman - but I have no doubt that it was for the best. There’s something about being in an unknown city that forces people to grow closer faster, and for their bond to be stronger than friendships you could have in your hometown for over ten years. In the desert, a camel ride away from Bikaner, and we sang ‘I Still Call Australia Home’ around a fire to a group of Indian men. I felt like I had known the girl sitting next to me for years, not just two-and-a-bit days. We laughed, clapped, made fun of Papa getting drunk off rum, almost burned our shoes, and possibly came down with hypothermia. Special mention to the toilet that night. In Jaisalmer we drank too much orange gin and coke and danced to S-Club and Fergie on a roo