I won my first wet T-shirt contest on Sunday. Not a sentence I thought I’d be writing ever. I remember moving to Fort Lauderdale in the early 1980’s and the bars along the strip always advertised wet T-shirt contests every day at Happy Hour with a $100 prize. Of course this was to entice more women into the clubs, which kept the horny college guys drinking and hopeful they’d score. You could even watch from the street as the usually buxom girls in wet, clingy, see-through T-shirts, bikini bottoms and high heels would prance around the stage after being soaked with water to the roar of the crowd.

When I bartended at The Copa, we’d have a weekly wet jockey shorts contest hosted by a drag queen. The contestants would stand in a plastic kiddie pool on stage as the “Hostess” would wet them down with a watering pot. The young winner would invariably have a huge cock or perfect ass that really popped when the white briefs got soaked. The drunken crowd would scream for their favorite and the guy with the loudest ovation would win.

This past weekend I attended Palm Springs Leather Pride with my husband as I have for last the four years. After said husband won the title of International Mister Leather in 2017, I met and made friends with many of the men and women who attend. This year’s festivities were bigger and more fun than ever. It’s a great weekend of camaraderie, naked pool parties, the Mr. Palm Springs leather contest, various club dances and…