From Nerves to Belonging: My First Skirt Club Experience

My hands are sweating, and my heart is racing faster than usual. 

I’m in the Uber on my way to my first Skirt Club event, running late, and asking myself if I’ve completely lost my mind.

I’ve been to sex-positive parties before and feel quite comfortable in those settings, but never a women-only event. Somehow, this feels like more is at stake. It’s more intimate, more precious.

I’m standing outside in my green corset, pearls, flowy skirt, and above-the-knee boots. 

One breath in, one breath out. 

Then, I knock on the door. 

When it opens, I gasp. 

It’s like stepping into a fairytale: 

Marie Antoinette gowns, lingerie, champagne glasses clinking, women glowing in their own unique ways.

But here’s the truth: in the days leading up, I was terrified I wouldn’t belong. 

I don’t look like the women you see in magazines. I’m short, curvy, with soft rolls, cellulite, and my legs have never heard of a thigh gap. Over the years, I’ve learned to embrace and love my body, but this still felt like I was stepping out of my depth. 

I worried I’d be invisible.

Instead, I was welcomed with warmth. 

The room wasn’t filled with supermodels - it was filled with real, magnetic women. Different ages, body types, and backgrounds, each one captivating in her own way. 

The kind of beauty that shines from confidence and kindness. 

Slowly, something in me changed. 

My nerves disappeared.

Conversations were easy. The hostess team and members made me feel comfortable right away. 

It felt less like a room of strangers and more like a room full of soon-to-be friends from all walks of life. What made them impressive wasn’t a dress size, but who they were.

Each woman shone with her own beauty. 

We were about thirty in total, spanning ages, shapes, colors, and professions.

As the afternoon turned into evening, we shifted from sipping tea and eating cake to engaging in sensual play. And as you’d expect - if you aren’t an overthinker like me - no one made me feel unwelcome or unattractive. 

Compliments flew, eyes sparkled, energy buzzed.

By the end of the night, we were sitting topless around the table, eating leftover cake, laughing, swapping restaurant tips, and forming genuine connections.

I realised then how silly my doubts had been. 

That night, I understood Skirt Club isn’t about perfection. 

It’s about connection.

Since then, I’ve attended events in Berlin and Sydney, and the impression has only been confirmed. The women I’ve met are caring, loving, funny, inspiring - and they’ll make you wonder why you ever doubted yourself.

So if you’re hesitating, unsure whether you’ll fit in, my advice is simple: attend just one event. 

Let the experience speak for itself.

Feeling nervous is normal, but don’t let it stop you from meeting an incredible group of women. 

Look up your closest city and book your ticket. 

I promise you won’t regret it.

With love, 

M