Shelby's Summer Dress

As they say, “when it rains, it pours.” 
After my ex, it became a bit of a dry spell. The first three months were dry, month 6 it was a goddamn space vacuum of pussy juice; nothing escaped. Even dates that went well ended abruptly with a near comedic timing. After 36 weeks of not getting laid, I realized that I no longer found myself attracted to men. I’m not sure if this was just me adapting to living in LA, or if was just me coming into my own skin. Either way, I’m thankful for Camille. She always had good taste. In wines, in clothes, and in women. This particular item belonged to Shelby. They were bother servers at the same restaurant. After 36 weeks of not getting laid, I found myself in my first lesbian experience with two lovers. That was a ground breaking time for me. I not only explored areas of myself as an adult and with full open eyes, I redefined who I was for the first time in a way that was real to me. It was the first choice that I felt like I REALLY made for myself. This isn’t the shirt from the night of, I’m still holding onto that. But this was the first thing of Shelby’s I ever took home.