Have you ever been to a high school or college party and guys dared women to kiss each other? I saw it numerous times and outwardly thought the girls were pathetic. They were drunkenly doing something simply for male attention, and nothing more. But, inside it was something I always longed for.

I was jealous. Not of being on display at a party. I wanted that experience. My lips pressed against another woman's lips. I buried that need deep deep down.
I talked to friends about sex, but never NEVER about any desire or attraction to women. I thought about those few moments at those parties and remember every detail thinking it would be as close as I would everget to having that experience.

The fear I felt was from the label and straying from the norm. What would it mean if I enjoyed it? Would I be a lesbian? Would I be ok with that? I come from a middle-upper class Jewish family. Would I have to come out to my friends and family? What if I hated the experience even though I had fantasized about it and built it up in my head for years?

The fear of the unknown prevented me from exploring for well over a decade.

Finally, I had a friend who I trusted implicitly and confided in her. I felt completely open with her and expressed this deep-seeded secret that I had. She suggested I get on Tinder. I thought it was shady and worried about seeing people I knew, but signed up anyway.

Eventually, I matched and connected with a woman and had the most memorable experience of my life. The joy I felt from finally having this moment was incredible. I loved every second of it. I was thrilled, and for once, I never worried about what it all meant. I walked away with the biggest smile on my face.

Besides the obvious reasons why, it was because I had been proud of myself. I didsomething I had thought about for years. I didn't care what it all meant. I felt like I was discovering something new about myself. I was completely over the moon! I accepted myself and stopped caring about the label. There was a confidence gained that was lifealtering.

That moment was eventually trumped by my first full skirt party in NYC.  I've described it to friends (because now I discuss this with aselect group of people) as the greatest high that I have ever felt. 
I haven't done a lot of drugs in my day, but I can't imagine anything topping my first time at Skirt Club. Watching and participating are equally fun.  Being with other women who are somewhere in the middle is wonderful and not always easy to find.

I can't thank Genevieve enough for creating this community.  She has helped make me (and I assume many others) feel empowered.