Skirt Club: The Ultimate Expression of No Strings Attached
Where the Skirt Club happens.
Courtesy of Skirt Club
"I like brunettes," an unidentified and happily married (11 years and two kids) woman said to me. "What kind of girls are you into?"
This was the second time I'd been asked this question in two months. The first was prior to my first round at Skirt Club's launch in May, when I was telling my gay (guy) best friend about the concept (a women's-only club for the bisexually curious) and that I was to attend for the sake of journalism. Even with ample time between questions to think about it, I still didn't have an answer.
"I don't really have a type," I said to the probing brunette at last weekend's first "real" Skirt Club. Real being that the one in May was more of a gratis launch event where pretty much anyone who registered to become a member was allowed. But given that Skirt Club has strict criteria in terms of what "type" of women it allows into their secret sexual society, half of those didn't make the cut to round two.
True, yet here were about 20 women saying just that with their tongues during a game of spin the bottle. If I learned anything from my couple of hours at Cavalli Club (the current location for Skirt Club), it's that the best way to pick up a girl is to do you. And by that I mean sit in a corner people-watching intently. In other words, be an introvert.
"You don't want to play?" a handful of women must have asked me, one of whom engaged me in a ten-minute conversation in which she told me there was no one in that circle she'd want to kiss. "You're spicy, though. Makes me wet." That's when I realized I must have a type, because this certainly wasn't it, especially considering that not even five minutes later, homegirl was swapping saliva with every girl in the safety circle, even when there was no bottle spinning.
Never a fan of spin the bottle — even as a teenager and with boys, the premise of kissing someone you don't really want to kiss for the sake of it while everyone is watching — I wasn't going to have a personality change now.
Besides, I'm more of a get-to-know-someone-first kind of person, a quality I found to have in common with LeJeune. "Sex isn't physical. It's mental. That's how you fuck someone's brains out."
"So you participate in these yourself?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah, absolutely," she responded. "This isn't a play party, though. This is kind of tame." The play party will come for the next round of Skirt Club (probably sometime in September, after slow season has subsided) at a private mansion. "I'll probably do some happy hours in between. The idea of this is to get everyone extremely comfortable and acquainted with each other." More talk and less spinning the bottle so that by the time the play party rolls around, you know with whom you vibe and have sexual chemistry. Although LeJeune assures me there isn't so much discrimination at the play parties. "Everyone is free and with everyone else." Indeed, an amazingly well-written article I read of a journalist's experience in Marie Claire UK — which was sitting on a cocktail table at Cavalli and bookmarked — best sums it up with "there's a pair in passionate 69, three girls play with each other; in this tangle of limbs it's hard to see where one girl begins and the other ends."
This is what Skirt Club promises to be, and probably the reason why most of these women had courageously traveled alone, some from as far as Pembroke Pines. "These women are incredibly brave. You can have a night of fun and there's absolutely no followup — no Facebook connection, no numbers exchanged." It's the ultimate expression of no-strings-attached with the same sex.
"Would you come to a play party?" LeJeune asked.
Sure, why not.
"So then you are curious and comfortable?"
Sure, I'm curious by nature, although more so by the psychology of human nature and sexual attraction than by any personal desires. As for comfortable? No, definitely not. But isn't it good to step outside your comfort zone to find things about yourself you might have otherwise not?
In a way, that is the underlying notion of Skirt Club. And it's why — aside from journalism — I sat here setting myself up for what was to come next. "So since you've never been with a girl, I think I should be your first." That was unexpected, but I went with it. I went to the bar with it and let LeJeune properly court me with a Scotch, sit me on a chair, and fully come on to me. "You're going to like this."
Not going to lie: I kind of liked the fact that I got to live out my Carrie Bradshaw moment in real life, and with someone I think is far more attractive than Alanis Morissette.
To register for Skirt Club, visit skirtclub.co.uk.
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