Published 2 years ago
I feel a warmness across my face. I open my eyes to see the sunlight beaming through the crack of my curtains and I quickly close them back up. I reach for my phone which I always have safely tucked under my pillow. I peak at my phone to check the time and it appears to be 1:43pm. The first thought streaming through my foggy brain is, "What happened last night?" With my mind still unclear of what happened I get up to have a glass of water. My mouth feels like I've been sleeping with cotton balls stuffed in there all night. After three generous gulps of water I head over to the bathroom. As I'm urinating, for what feels like forever, I look down at my arms and see several stamp marks on both sides of my inner wrist. On my left side there is a black dog paw print and also a blue thumbs up print. On my right side there is a black butterfly that is half smudge off and a red fine print that wrote 'PASS'. Looking at these stamps made it clear that I was out crashing numerous bars in The Castro last night. Castro is a well known street located in San Francisco, California. It is best known for the gayest street in SF. There are tons of gay bars, crazy sex toy stores, and even a little bakery that sells penis shaped cookies. I absolutely love The Castro. It feels a lot like home for me. Well maybe because I'm a lesbian and I like to drink and dance and I like doing that in Castro. I obviously did it last night. After releasing all the Adios Mother Fuckers, Long Islands, and beers from last night, I look in the mirror to see the person staring back at me has dark circles around her eyes and long black hair that look like she's been in a aggressive hair pulling fight. I turn on the faucet to brush my teeth, then I head back to bed. I grab my phone and check my text messages. As I'm reading my messages from my partners in crime last night, my mind is becoming more clear about the events that happened. I met a woman. I'm twenty three and I've been going to Castro for a little over two year now. So I have met my share of interesting ladies. Most girls I encounter I like to make up nicknames for them. Not because I forget their real names, but it's just a more fun way to remember them by. Here are some of the most interesting ladies that I’ve met.